a poem by Paul Hellweg (2 of 2)
those who think and those
who feel, wrote Graham Greene.
Pity the poor souls who live deeply
in both worlds, belonging to neither,
dreaming of elusive hearth and home,
love too incomprehensible to long embrace.
Beauty, for them, curse and goddess,
warring muses pull in nine directions.
Normality both bane and goal,
life too short to come to terms,
forgetting everything, remembering all,
hungry, always hungry.