Words for the Chisel (collection)/The Unfaithful
The Unfaithful
Break me a bread not made with hands,
And I will eat and never more
Go wandering forth in foreign lands
Looking—what am I looking for?
And I will eat and never more
Go wandering forth in foreign lands
Looking—what am I looking for?
Or teach me how to brew my own
Drink, and how to make such bread;
Others, asked, have offered a stone—
You must give me myself, instead.
Drink, and how to make such bread;
Others, asked, have offered a stone—
You must give me myself, instead.
And I will thus reward your love:
Never to eat of you again,
And stand alone, and never move,
And look like rock—to other men.
Never to eat of you again,
And stand alone, and never move,
And look like rock—to other men.
(Too hollow for you to ask much of,
But a rock to anchor other men.)
But a rock to anchor other men.)