In the end, the actual breaking up
Is not by the least justified
By the strain that precedes and
The pain which the mere
Thought of it breeds: like a
Drop that slides down your thigh, or
The first thunder that marks the end of a wait
- Or, the loosening that relaxes the constipate,
Or, the first caressing tear to leave your eye -
Break up is a calculated
Summoning and release of force
Like loving, longing and possessing:
A graceful release, and a withdrawal of which
Only the desperate and the loved one knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem