03-04-2019, 01:05 AM
A Birth of Psyche
"—All that I am is seed, all that I am is morning, waiting to see, . . .
So I must ask again, knowing how it angers you
And knowing that you would be more angered if you knew
How much this mostly unasked question obsesses me . . . "
Delmore Schwartz
What better way to meet a sane girl
than through a psychology class at a community college.
What ambition. How better consummate the proud
marriage of two minds than to consent to learning together.
With what latent pangs we grow, and
the young and their applicable attention spans.
Perhaps you are old enough to know
what's more than enough but not what is,
those things you say to which no one reacts,
or is it you who can't read social cues,
until weeks later they express they are flattered.
Did it take them that long to digest your irruption?
Perhaps it's best to show off. You did after all
go to that school the formally educated take to be wrong.
You may have your guns, but they have your number—
along with the petty test scores.
The best way to stump a proud person
is to show individuality as cliché
and teach Romantic is nothing to do with romance.
Desire invokes skill and luck.
I have little skill, and no luck.
My desire is a walking smile,
is that too much, for a girl born
thirty years after the Sexual Revolution?
With smart legs like that
an intelligent lovelife can't be far behind.
Perhaps, as a poet says, summer knowledge is after all
not knowledge at all, it's "second nature, first nature fulfilled . . . "
Two months after telling her birthday, she came
that day in a green dress and tasteful fishnet-like hose,
how could I not follow her out of class, and walking by her side
say something about it,
but instead I turned and walked the other way.
Thinking if I said anything she'd probably think of me as
some weirdo that goes around remembering girls' birthdays.
But after a year having thought about it,
dissecting psychology as a tubercular
and joyless science,
it seems she was all-dressed-up because she wanted
somebody to remember her birthday. Have it only be me.
"—All that I am is seed, all that I am is morning, waiting to see, . . .
So I must ask again, knowing how it angers you
And knowing that you would be more angered if you knew
How much this mostly unasked question obsesses me . . . "
Delmore Schwartz
What better way to meet a sane girl
than through a psychology class at a community college.
What ambition. How better consummate the proud
marriage of two minds than to consent to learning together.
With what latent pangs we grow, and
the young and their applicable attention spans.
Perhaps you are old enough to know
what's more than enough but not what is,
those things you say to which no one reacts,
or is it you who can't read social cues,
until weeks later they express they are flattered.
Did it take them that long to digest your irruption?
Perhaps it's best to show off. You did after all
go to that school the formally educated take to be wrong.
You may have your guns, but they have your number—
along with the petty test scores.
The best way to stump a proud person
is to show individuality as cliché
and teach Romantic is nothing to do with romance.
Desire invokes skill and luck.
I have little skill, and no luck.
My desire is a walking smile,
is that too much, for a girl born
thirty years after the Sexual Revolution?
With smart legs like that
an intelligent lovelife can't be far behind.
Perhaps, as a poet says, summer knowledge is after all
not knowledge at all, it's "second nature, first nature fulfilled . . . "
Two months after telling her birthday, she came
that day in a green dress and tasteful fishnet-like hose,
how could I not follow her out of class, and walking by her side
say something about it,
but instead I turned and walked the other way.
Thinking if I said anything she'd probably think of me as
some weirdo that goes around remembering girls' birthdays.
But after a year having thought about it,
dissecting psychology as a tubercular
and joyless science,
it seems she was all-dressed-up because she wanted
somebody to remember her birthday. Have it only be me.