from Songs to Joannes
XIII
Come to me There is something
I have got to tell you and I can't tell
Something taking shape
Something has a new name
A new dimension
A new use
A new illusion
It is ambient And it is in your eyes
Something shiny Something only for you
Something that I must not see
It is in my ears Something very resonant
Something that you must not hear
Something only for me
Let us be very jealous
Very suspicious
Very conservative
Very cruel
Or we might not make an end of the jostling aspirations
Disorb inviolate egos
Where two or three are welded together
They shall become god
— — — — — — —
Oh that's right
Keep away from me Please give me a push
Don't let me understand you Don't realize me
Or we might tumble together
Depersonalized
Identical
Into the terrific Nirvana
Me you — you — me
XIII
Come to me There is something
I have got to tell you and I can't tell
Something taking shape
Something has a new name
A new dimension
A new use
A new illusion
It is ambient And it is in your eyes
Something shiny Something only for you
Something that I must not see
It is in my ears Something very resonant
Something that you must not hear
Something only for me
Let us be very jealous
Very suspicious
Very conservative
Very cruel
Or we might not make an end of the jostling aspirations
Disorb inviolate egos
Where two or three are welded together
They shall become god
— — — — — — —
Oh that's right
Keep away from me Please give me a push
Don't let me understand you Don't realize me
Or we might tumble together
Depersonalized
Identical
Into the terrific Nirvana
Me you — you — me
~~
Mina Loy (1882-1966)
from Others, April 1917
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
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