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.