Paul Up the sea-dark avenue at two in the morning a shadow comes shouting oh you mother-fucker I hate you Paul echoes of feet and then I hate you I hate you Paul the old moon is sinking through clouds beyond high wires and cornices the buildings creak drifting on the tunnelled hour the call bounces ahead along the street like a fleeing ball there after each of the few cars has passed over its words Paul you can't get away I hate you with my feet in the Paul street like a bell I know you are there you nowhere Paul I am coming after you whatever you do whatever you think I hate you across the street into the doors all the way through the frozen windows up against the wall listen to me I hate who you are nobody else will ever hate you the way I do I always hated you Paul the whole time thinking you could hold out on me that small invisible you but to me listen there was nothing to you I was onto you fooling with me your slick tricks all the while and I hate you where you are everywhere Paul I go on hating you through the roar of the Paul subway the red lights at the Paul cross streets out of sight into the Paul night that cannot be touched nor brought back by hate at all. ~W.S. Merwin
Paul Up the sea-dark avenue at two in the morning a shadow comes shouting oh you mother-fucker I hate you Paul echoes of feet and then I hate you I hate you Paul the old moon is sinking through clouds beyond high wires and cornices the buildings creak drifting on the tunnelled hour the call bounces ahead along the street like a fleeing ball there after each of the few cars has passed over its words Paul you can't get away I hate you with my feet in the Paul street like a bell I know you are there you nowhere Paul I am coming after you whatever you do whatever you think I hate you across the street into the doors all the way through the frozen windows up against the wall listen to me I hate who you are nobody else will ever hate you the way I do I always hated you Paul the whole time thinking you could hold out on me that small invisible you but to me listen there was nothing to you I was onto you fooling with me your slick tricks all the while and I hate you where you are everywhere Paul I go on hating you through the roar of the Paul subway the red lights at the Paul cross streets out of sight into the Paul night that cannot be touched nor brought back by hate at all. ~W.S. Merwin
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