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A POEM THAT, I THINK, COULDN'T BE TRANSLATED INTO FRENCH
To whom am I speaking, Lord, when I know
that no-one is listening?
I have often proclaimed that I
like people - almost everyone in fact.
But I don't love them,
don't know what the word means.
But I have often also proclaimed
that 'liking' is better that 'loving' -
that loving is an imposition.
But I was wrong.
Liking remains essentially
indifferent. Loving
is listening.
No-one loves me, Lord, but then
why should they?
When all I do with them
is like them ...