Do
not make things too easy.
There
are rocks and abysses in the mind
As
well as meadows.
There
are things knotty and hard: intractable.
Do
not talk to me of love and understanding.
I
am sick of blandishments.
I
want the rock to be met by a rock.
If
I am vile, and behave hideously,
Do
not tell me it was just a misunderstanding.