Relationships and Family

You got a lot of nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning.

Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumor, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact.

A woman is her mother. That’s the main thing.

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

O mother what have I left out O mother what have I forgotten

Into the company of love it all returns.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.

And remembering… Remembering, with twinklings and twinges, As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths, tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.

What shall I give my children? who are poor, Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land.

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.

the world changes if two, dizzy and entwined, fall on the grass

The world is gradually becoming a place where I do not care to be any more.

withdrew into a corner of the gorgeous room and one told the other a lie.

Home-made, home-made! But aren’t we all?

Should we have stayed at home, wherever that may be?

Now I adore my life With the Bird, the abiding Leaf, With the Fish, the questing Snail, And the Eye altering all; And I dance with William Blake For love, for Love’s sake.

And children swarmed to him like settlers. He became a land.

Like love we don’t know where or why Like love we can’t compel or fly Like love we often weep Like love we seldom keep.

Like love we don’t know where or why Like love we can’t compel or fly Like love we often weep Like love we seldom keep.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

Every farthing of the cost, All the dreaded cards foretell, Shall be paid, but from this night Not a whisper, not a thought, Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.

The greater the love, the more false to its object, Not to be born is the best for man; After the kiss comes the impulse to throttle, Break the embraces, dance while you can.