I see beautiful women every street of the week,
and the beautiful women I see as I walk
not only of face
and body shape in all
but more significant for me
what their brashnesses
natures and goddamn souls do make
of life and its [mass-
And though of them all
you’d be way by most
the best of all forever,
at last it becomes me to rest my
passion expressed so
unwelcomingly for you,
and begin to look in other place for someone
else outwith your name.
‘Twas quite an idea, this one: quite a wild idea.
And I love you still, though no longer does it hurt
to imagine a Dublin without you.
Does this make me wise, then?
Does this make me elder?
Does this make me good and cool – in some way ruling my
nesting my test;
the mettle so burnished of wisdoms grand
finally, ultimately, more calmly mine?
And it’s not that I would never want to see you again:
quite the opposite I assure you; quite the opp!
It’s just that
the idea of no longer being
no longer tears me (in the sense of crying
My heart no longer bleeds –
neither your mother
makes me cry,
nor do you
want to die.
I have recovered my
through the force of
now I must proceed to discover another
woman of fab bold:
a woman I shall one day be able to hold and
and together with her
the grand goals I can slow begin to heal.
For whoever you’ll be,
“Let Me Roll It (Remastered 2010)” by Wings & Paul McCartney on Amazon Music.