I can’t give you the world, my love: A poem 

I can’t give you the world, my love 

it has too much suffering 

I think I can give you an imaginary ring, 

with a blessing, that seems the only thing 

And may you have stars at all hours 

Yes, there was life even on Mars 

It is like a ladder, climb or descend 

The past, away it went! 

But I know there’s memory in every quark 

In history, there’s many an Ark 

There may be floods and there may be fires 

Or whatever the universe desires 

The soprano is always loud and clear 

But for human intelligence, wisdom is never near 

What flies between you and me? Bee or bird? 

The world’s applause is never heard 

Is it eternity that our love can see? 

Who kept us parted, all along, that endless evil P? 

We are very patient, that can be said in our defence 

The curtain never descends, though the theatre has only dead ends