среда, 22 августа 2012 г.

I Live in the Twentieth Century. R.B

          For Marcia

I live in the Twentieth Century

and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt helpless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there's nothing
I can do to make you happy while
     you sleep.