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A Headlong Act of Love (Podcast)
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A poetry reading by psychiatrist Richard Berlin, MD.
A Headlong Act of Love
Pantoum From a Line by Pablo Neruda
It was a headlong act of love
when I kissed her. She was gone.
No one could have saved her.
The dialyzer hummed a little love song.
The way I kissed her (she was gone)
was a reflex, a hand to break my fall.
The dialyzer hummed a little love song.
No one saw us, the curtains were drawn.
It was a reflex, a hand to break my fall.
My mouth was on her lips!
No one saw us, the curtains were drawn.
I’m a man who doesn’t take risks.
My mouth was on her lips!
I closed my eyes, but not for long.
I’m a man who doesn’t take risks.
The corridor was quiet, it was close to dawn.
I closed my eyes, but not for long.
Her lips on mine felt soft and warm.
The corridor was quiet, it was close to dawn.
She was dead, but I sang her a song.
Her lips on mine felt soft and warm.
No one could have saved her.
She was dead. I sang her a song-
It was a headlong act of love.
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