Nothing came to me,
It was smooth
It was humid and warm,
I let myself be embraced by
Nothing;
Empty defines a volume,
So, nothing came to me as a void
kissed me, abandoned me into a bliss,
I, myself, let go any strings
that may have attached me
to the ground;
Nothing is the perfect suitor,
Anonymous, odourless lover,
The one who is a pleasure to wait
for more or less a whole Summer.
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“Nothing” is an engaging, seemingly light and airy and yet ,a quirky and oddly distrurbing poem. It’s clever use of thematic repetition, with such words as :-empty,anonymous,void,abandoned ;certainly underscores a psychological uneasiness which the poem seems to capture very well indeed. Or as the narrator would have us believe is it really a happy, upbeat poem disguised as it’s opposite?
Thank you, Louis! Your comments as ussually, brought a smile on my face! I’ ll keep writing only to read such comments from you!Thank you!