There were other people on that room
But she was watching the illuminated lenses
Of his glasses as he talked about a Russian love story:
a man in love with a woman
a distant women who was of coarse, beautiful
and who only fell in love with the man
after a long time, although that wasn’t the end of it
( she didn’t trust anything so simple
Bur listened, curious about his glasses,
Like mirrors, in which she saw things)
Because neither the man nor the woman knew
The depth of the other’s love
Except that it was a door
Opening to another door, until she couldn’t think about it
Anymore and looked away in the direction
Of Orion and the Pleiades through the dark
Glass of the window where the stars were obscured
by reflections of people dancing
so that it was impossible
to find what she was looking for. Anyway, it was clear
that constellations weren’t really connected
like dot-dot figured
except in myths
by Anne Simpson
But she was watching the illuminated lenses
Of his glasses as he talked about a Russian love story:
a man in love with a woman
a distant women who was of coarse, beautiful
and who only fell in love with the man
after a long time, although that wasn’t the end of it
( she didn’t trust anything so simple
Bur listened, curious about his glasses,
Like mirrors, in which she saw things)
Because neither the man nor the woman knew
The depth of the other’s love
Except that it was a door
Opening to another door, until she couldn’t think about it
Anymore and looked away in the direction
Of Orion and the Pleiades through the dark
Glass of the window where the stars were obscured
by reflections of people dancing
so that it was impossible
to find what she was looking for. Anyway, it was clear
that constellations weren’t really connected
like dot-dot figured
except in myths
by Anne Simpson