CLOSE your eyes, my love, let me
make you blind;
They have taught you to
see
Only a mean
arithmetic on the face of things,
A cunning algebra in the faces of
men,
And God like
geometry
Completing
his circles, and working cleverly.
I’ll kiss you over the eyes till I
kiss you blind;
If I can — if any one
could.
Then perhaps
in the dark you’ll have got what you
want to
find.
You’ve
discovered so many bits, with your clever
eyes,
And I’m a
kaleidoscope
That
you shake and shake, and yet it won’t come to
your
mind.
Now stop
carping at me. — But God, how I hate you!
Do you fear I shall
swindle you?
Do you
think if you take me as I am, that that will
abate
you
Somehow? — so
sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so
cautious,
you
Must have me all
in your will and your consciousness —
I hate
you.