Those Everlasting Blues
By Alfred Kreymborg
There ain’t gonna be any more
mad parties between you and me
and it ain’t gonna be because I
love you less but love you more.
And there ain’t gonna be
any more
sad parties
between us two
because I’m
gonna forget what I want
till I see what I want is you.
And I ain’t gonna find what you are till I find what it is that you want of me and how am I gonna see what it is till all of myself loves you.
And I don’t really love you though I love you more than the world
till I learn to swallow whatever you’d like me to do.
And I ain’t gonna down whatever that little may be till I love
me less and love you more and love you for yourself alone.
If there ain’t gonna be
any loving just you alone then it’s up
to me to be taking myself and moving myself off home.
And I’ll be dragging what’s left of me to my lonely room in the blue
and never come back and never crawl back till I’m through just hugging me.
And I ain’t
no I ain’t gonna stop doing that as
I ought to do till I’m absolutely and
positively in love and in love with you.
And when I’ve done that and done only that and done all of that
for you you’ll hear me on the doorstep ringing at the doorbell for one more party for two.
With nothing mad in it nothing sad in it but a long glad lifelong spree with me myself
loving you yourself and you loving me for me.
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