The Last Night in Buffalo 66
No love is more cutting than this.
At 2:30 in the morning
Layla leaves off for the nothing.
The door of the hotel room
opens, a tear bursts in the eyes,
turns the key, locks the door.
Somebody sat in the bed of the night.
Passing for a smile
under the sadness.
(Thomas-John Parr)BAHNHOFSTRASSE
The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day.
Whereto I pass at eve of day.
Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star.
The trysting and the twining star.
Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Highhearted youth comes not again
Highhearted youth comes not again
Nor old hearts' wisdom yet to know
The signs that mock me as I go.
(James Joyce, in Pomes Penyeach)
The signs that mock me as I go.
(James Joyce, in Pomes Penyeach)
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