To want, really want something
Utterly beyond
Any pretense of control,
Either to effect
The event or to desist
Wishing the event,
To covet what can’t be made
Or pretended to be made
To occur—that’s real longing.
I’ve both scorned what I have sought
And been annoyed without it,
But what can’t be earned,
Scorned, made, mocked, or bought
I’ve never doubted.
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