I’m sorry I cannot say I love you when



Gravity and Center

Henri Cole, American born 1956

from Blackbird and Wolf, 2008





The Impossibe, III, 1946, bronze.  Maria Martins, 1894-1973, Brazilian,  MOMA, NY




I’m sorry I cannot say I love you when you say

you love me. The words, like moist fingers,

appear before me full of promise but then run away

to a narrow black room that is always dark,

where they are silent, elegant, like antique gold,

devouring the thing I feel. I want the force

of attraction to crush the force of repulsion

and my inner and outer worlds to pierce

one another, like a horse whipped by a man.

I don’t want words to sever me from reality.

I don’t want to need them. I want nothing

to reveal feeling but feeling—as in freedom,

or the knowledge of peace in a realm beyond,

or the sound of water poured in a bowl.






Offerings at a street shrine, Ahmedabad, India, 2010














2 thoughts on “I’m sorry I cannot say I love you when

    1. Yes,it is. This was III. I wonder what II an I were like…….

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