The Cave of the Swimmers - from "The English Patient" ~
My darling, I’m waiting
for you.
How long is a day
in the dark? Or a week?
The fire is gone
now, and I’m cold. Horribly cold.
I really ought to
drag myself outside, but then there’d be the sun.
I’m afraid I waste
the light on the paintings and on writing these words.
We die.
We die rich with
lovers and tribes,
tastes we have swallowed,
bodies we have entered
and swum up like rivers,
fears we have hidden
in like this wretched cave.
I want all these
marks on my body.
We’re the real countries,
not the boundaries drawn on maps,
with the names of
powerful men.
I know you’ll come
and carry me out into the Palace of Winds.
That’s what I’ve
wanted. To walk in such a place with you.
With friends. An
earth without maps.
The lamp’s gone out.
I’m writing in the
darkness.