Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, / The muttering retreats / Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels / And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: / Streets that follow like a tedious argument / Of insidious intent / To lead you to an overwhelming question…/ Oh, do not ask, ‘What is it?’ / Let us go and make our visit”‘ ‘I’m in love with you,’ he said quietly.
