(8 October 1892 – 31 August 1941 / Moscow)

I Like That You Are Crazy Not With Me

I like that you are crazy not with me,
I like that I'm not with you crazy, either,
That ne'er the heavy planet's globe will be
Drifting away under our feet, quite easy.
I like that one might funny be and brave,
And free-behaved - and not to play words, rather,
And not to blush with choking a wave,
At easy touching just a sleeve another's.

I thank you with my hand and all my heart
For loving me (that you don't even know!),
For the sweet peace, I own in the night,
For the scarce meeting in the eve's fast flow,
For our not-walking under the moonlight,
For our not-standing under the sun's glow -
That not with me - alas - you lose your mind,
That not with you - alas - I lose my own.

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For the sweet peace, I own in the night, For the scarce meeting in the eve's fast flow, For our not-walking under the moonlight, For our not-standing under the sun's glow - for all this i thank you. alas i lose my own. strange thoughts well written. tony