read a good poem: what we want

i liked everything about her: the pose, the patterns...

union square, nyc.

feb 23, 2012

© anita aguilar

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and: i hope you like this poem (it took a lot of reading to find this one tonight)

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What We Want

What we want
is never simple.
We move among the things
we thought we wanted:
a face, a room, an open book
and these things bear our names--
now they want us.
But what we want appears
in dreams, wearing disguises.
We fall past,
holding out our arms
and in the morning
our arms ache.
We don't remember the dream,
but the dream remembers us.
It is there all day
as an animal is there
under the table,
as the stars are there
even in full sun.

-by Linda Pastan, via the poem hunter