Poem of the day

[pallas_athena]

I Am No Good At Love
by Noel Coward

I am no good at love
My heart should be wise and free
I kill the unfortunate golden goose
Whoever it may be
With over-articulate tenderness
And too much intensity.

I am no good at love
I batter it out of shape
Suspicion tears at my sleepless mind
And gibbering like an ape,
I lie alone in the endless dark
Knowing there's no escape.

I am no good at love
When my easy heart I yield
Wild words come tumbling from my mouth
Which should have stayed concealed;
And my jealousy turns a bed of bliss
Into a battlefield.

I am no good at love
I betray it with little sins
For I feel the misery of the end
In the moment that it begins
And the bitterness of the last good-bye
Is the bitterness that wins.

Comments

[justpolina.livejournal.com]

What's the phrase? ah yes. I Hear Ya.

[artnouveauho.livejournal.com]

Coward is normally so calm and arch that the rare occasions on which he writes something undilutedly personal are to be savoured, I think.