Wants

three poems

WANTS

What one wants there it is apparently.

I chivvy and chafe myself into

A beautiful titillation and by

The time that I am all set for the so

Precious moment it has changed slightly

And I am not absolutely certain

Whether what I am going to get is the

Desired object or whether by some turn

Of fate or fancy I do not quite see

It in the same way as I did at first.

This is very tiresome as either one has

To begin again and do one's best

To think about what one wanted as it was

When one began to want it or divest

Oneself of the idea of wanting.

The second is easier but uncomfortable

Because one still keeps on wondering

If after all one oughtn't to have well

Tried harder to want tried like hell

To want exactly what one was wanting