Call, by all means, but just once
don’t use the broken heart again voice;
the I’m sick to death of life and women
and romance voice but with a little help
I’ll try to struggle on voice
Spare me the promise and the curse
voice, the ansafoney Call me, please
when you get in voice, the nobody knows
the trouble I’ve seen voice; the I’d value
your advice voice.
I want the how it was voice;
the call me irresponsible but aren’t I nice voice;
the such a bastard but I warn them in advance voice.
The We all have weaknesses
and mine is being wicked voice
the life’s short and wasting time’s
the only vice voice, the stay in touch,
but out of reach voice. I want to hear
the things it’s better not to broach voice
the things it’s wiser not to voice voice.
— Ann Sansom
I just discovered this poem by watching this intelligence squared panel all about poetry. Something about it—the content, the reading on the video—struck me in such a way I felt immediately compelled to share. I hope you all enjoy!