I’m busily writing my last paper for this semester’s class, hoping soon to have some time to write about things that don’t include the words “synchronous” and “asynchronous.” But meanwhile, I hope you enjoy a poem that was featured on on The Writer’s Almanac a few days ago:
What I Know
What I know for sure is less and less:
that a hot bath won’t cure loneliness.
That bacon is the best bad thing to chew
and what you love may kill you.
The odd connection between perfection
and foolishness, like the pelican
diving for his fish.
How silly sex is.
How, having it, we glimpse
What I know is less and less.
What I want is more and more:
you against me—
your ferocious tenderness—
love like a star,
once small and far,
now huge, now near.
— Lee Robinson