Songs of Anisha
“I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You,”
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
“Illusory Disguise,”
By Anne Currin
My reflection is vague, perception unclear.
My mind is like a shattered mirror
That devises a veneer fashioned of my fears.
I'm seized inside this illusory disguise
That's only feeding me a mouth full of lies.
Oh, how I hunger to be recognized…
Actuality stays hidden behind the scenes:
What my eyes perceive is make believe.
Trickeries are fitted in deceiving sleeves.
I'm incapable of comprehending the genuine me.
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