The poem on the subway card
Spoke of desire, recall and regret
And said, essentially
Love regretted was not true love
Love remembered was trivial love.
Vera Pavlova, woman of my ancient origin
How do you come to speak like this?.
This is not my knowing of this thing
(Whatever this thing might be)
Which has been a sudden shaking
And longing
And alcohol to still the heart
And old songs sung alone
And poetry remembered only to invoke a voice
And stars and moons too long ago to matter.
Nothing to desire
Ah,
Nothing to forget
This is beyond philosophy
Or clever words whose meaning
Is so clever
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This poem is also "beyond philosophy or clever words whose meaning is so clever."
I look forward to reading more of your work.