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I ask the chair, I ask the bed
Posted by: geoff (---.netptc.net)
Date: May 09, 2004 02:33AM


I am in need to find a poem.

I only have these lines to search with

I ask the chair
I ask the bed
why do I suffer
and live in penuric

if anyone can direct me to a poetry search engine that I can use these lines to find the poem I am looking for or better yet someone that knows this poem and knows the title and author I would be indebbted

thanks smiling smiley

Re: Help! have only a few lines
Posted by: ilza (---.162.245.24.user.ajato.com.br)
Date: May 10, 2004 06:59AM

the poems and a link :

Yesterday you looked in my eyes,
And all things slant aside right now!
Yesterday you sat before birds
And now all larks turn into crows!

I'm dumb, and you are very smart,
You live, I'm stupefied, I hear.
O cry of women of all times:
"What have I done to you, my dear?!"

Tears are to her like water, blood -
Like water, washed in blood, in tears!
Don't wait for trial or mercy: love
Is stepmother, not Mom, it's clear.

Ships bear away the ones we love,
A white road them away now bears...
And stands the moan across all earth:
"What have I done to you, my dear?"

Yesterday you lay at my feet!
Compared to China! When both hands
You forced apart from fists to palms
Life fell out like a rusty cent!

At trial, as killer of a child
I stand - not dear, and full of fear.
And I will say to you in hell:
"What have I done to you, my dear?"

I'll ask the chair, I'll ask the bed:
"Why do I suffer and am poor?"
They answer "He has kissed - now break
Upon the wheel; now kiss one more."

To live he taught in fire itself,
He threw on icy steppes, austere!
What did you, dear, do to me?
What have I done to you, my dear?

I know all - do not contradict!
Seeing anew - no more the lover!
Where love no longer does exist,
There Death the gardener comes over.

Itself - why shake the tree? In time
Ripe apple falls itself, you near.
For all, for all forgive me please,
What have I done to you, my dear!

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