Here, time concurring (and it does);
Lies Ciardi. If no kingdom come,
A kingdom was. Such as it was
This one beside it is a slum.
Прощай, Джон Кьярди, друг. И здравствуй.
Loving You Is Something to Do
by John Ciardi
Imagine having forever nowhere to go.
Or having all the tickets to everywhere
with no good reason for either going or staying.
Isn't that how to be dead in no easy lessons?
Loving you - do you see? - is something to do.
It makes everything else an inactivity.
Time on my hands is dead weight. It slips through,
and I am left emptied by another death,
until you smile and make me busy being.