I am sitting In the morning At the diner On the corner I am waiting At the counter For the man To pour the coffee And he fills it Only halfway And before
If you were to kill me now right here I would still look you in the eye And I would burn myself into your memory As long as you were still alive I would
If language were liquid it would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be These words are too solid They
In the ironbound section near Avenue L where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell the clouds so low the morning so slow as the wires cut through
By day give thanks By night beware Half the world in sweetness The other in fear When the darkness takes you With her hand across your face Don't give
Solitude stands by the window She turns her head as I walk in the room I can see by her eyes, she's been waiting Standing in the slant of the late afternoon
, I have let him go In the dawn he sails away to be gone forever more And the waves will take him in again but he'll know their ways now I will stand
I came out of the darkness Holding one thing A small white wooden horse I'd been holding inside And when I'm dead If you could tell them this That what
Solitude stands by the window She turns her head as I walk in the room I can see by her eyes she's been waiting Standing in the slant of the late afternoon
Vertaling: Vega, Suzanne. Solitude Standing.