Untitled [You did say, need me less and I'll want you more] // Marilyn Hacker

[iatrogenicmyth.livejournal.com]

You did say, need me less and I'll want you more.
I'm still shell-shocked at needing anyone,
used to being used to it on my own.
It won't be me out on the tiles till four-
thirty, while you're in bed, willing the door
open with your need. You wanted her then,
more. Because you need to, I woke alone
in what's not yet our room, strewn, though, with your
guitar, shoes, notebook, socks, trousers enjambed
with mine. Half the world was sleeping it off
in every other bed under my roof.
I wish I had a roof over my bed
to pull down on my head when I feel damned
by wanting you so much it looks like need.

Grief, and I want to take it up in you;
joy, and I want to spend it all inside
you; fear, and you are the place I can hide.
Courage is what leaves me brave enough to
turn you around and tell you what to do
to me, after. Rivers, and downstream glide
I; we breathe together. You look, or I'd
get scared, but you're watching while you take me through
the deep part, where I find you, where you need
to know I do know where, know how to drive
the point home. Wit: you get the point and flat
statement of a gift of tongues. I get
up, and you get me down, get lost, you lead
me home, or I take you, and we both arrive.

How can you love me with the things I feel
that scare me crashing on the window glass?
How can you love me when I'm such an ass-
hole (sometimes) I can't take hold of what's real-
ly there and use it, let you take the wheel
and put my head back as the truck-stops pass?
Where would we go that morning? Would the grass
beside the highway mount to granite, steel
and rubber take us far enough that I
could pull my ghosts out of my guts and cry
for them, with you behind me, on some high
stone place, where water breaks from underground
arteries with hard breaths, that would sound
like mine, letting them go, saying goodbye?


ETA: Thank you to aimlesswanderer  for locating/posting the rest of the poem!

Comments

[moireach.livejournal.com]

Love this one.

[scribbled-mess.livejournal.com]

you always post such amazing poems. loves it.

[tree]

this is only the first stanza, yes?

[iatrogenicmyth.livejournal.com]

I don't know, is it? I got it from poetryfoundation.org, I think.

[aimlesswanderer.livejournal.com]

...
"Grief, and I want to take it up in you;
joy, and I want to spend it all inside
you; fear, and you are the place I can hide.
Courage is what leaves me brave enough to
turn you around and tell you what to do
to me, after. Rivers, and downstream glide
I; we breathe together. You look, or I'd
get scared, but you're watching while you take me through
the deep part, where I find you, where you need
to know I do know where, know how to drive
the point home. Wit: you get the point and flat
statement of a gift of tongues. I get
up, and you get me down, get lost, you lead
me home, or I take you, and we both arrive.

How can you love me with the things I feel
that scare me crashing on the window glass?
How can you love me when I'm such an ass-
hole (sometimes) I can't take hold of what's real-
ly there and use it, let you take the wheel
and put my head back as the truck-stops pass?
Where would we go that morning? Would the grass
beside the highway mount to granite, steel
and rubber take us far enough that I
could pull my ghosts out of my guts and cry
for them, with you behind me, on some high
stone place, where water breaks from underground
arteries with hard breaths, that would sound
like mine, letting them go, saying goodbye?
"

[iatrogenicmyth.livejournal.com]

thank you!!

why do I feel I have POSTED this before?

[aimlesswanderer.livejournal.com]

You are welcome. I do remember reading this before a few times, and it was likely on this group, so yeah, maybe you did? :-)

[aimlesswanderer.livejournal.com]

And I wanted to vent that it's highly unprofessional of poetry.org/etc. to post partial poems without mentioning they are excerpts. Once posted by them, the poem takes a life of its own. While looking around the net for the full piece, I was surprised to see just how widespread the shorter version is, to an extent that most people don't even know the short version is just an excerpt.

[tree]

'cause you have: http://community.livejournal.com/theysaid/1323691.html ;)

[dyingishate.livejournal.com]

what do enjambed trousers look like?

[iatrogenicmyth.livejournal.com]

"The term is directly borrowed from the French enjambement, meaning "straddling" or "bestriding"."

So ... I'd assume she was using it in a metaphorical sense.