The puppet strings
That light
Your banana yellow
Face strikes
A hollow pang.
Your roommate
Speaks with the gloomy
Eloquence
Of a Greek tragedy,
Or an American vision
Of a corrupted Greek tragedy,
Or maybe a lonely English
Counterpart well you get the
Point—
Two lovers
Wrought in silk and wool
Sweaters
Forever unaware
Of the fact that no matter
How devoted
They are to each other’s
Well-being,
Their eyebrows will forever
Never touch.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
The puppet strings
That light
Your banana yellow
Face strikes
A hollow pang.
Your roommate
Speaks with the gloomy
Eloquence
Of a Greek tragedy,
Or an American vision
Of a corrupted Greek tragedy,
Or maybe a lonely English
Counterpart well you get the
Point—
Two lovers
Wrought in silk and wool
Sweaters
Forever unaware
Of the fact that no matter
How devoted
They are to each other’s
Well-being,
Their eyebrows will forever
Never touch.
Read more John Keats! That's a personal reminder too.
