When I loved, I erred severely,
When I loved, I made a terrible mistake,
But surely every sickness can be cured
If all it is, is an ache?

When I loved, I traveled to an unknown heart,
When I fell, I tumbled to a veiled mind.
When I loved, I fell in love with a land,
A valley no historian can find.

When I loved, I loved other mountains,
I loved other rivers—a past—a tribe:
And when they came into that valley,
They settled and would not climb.

When she loved, she loved me, unknown,
She loved me, a mysterious rhyme.
No one knew why, or how, we loved.
We settled and would not climb.

Water came into the valley,
Sweeping fantastically; a flood filled
Two hearts, floating on a sea;
We swam, and did not touch, to not get killed.

It felt like fate, not love,
It felt we were swept by a higher power;
I lie back, free from my mistakes!
Love feels more like God every hour.



  1. noochinator said,

    May 30, 2015 at 12:59 pm

    Audio of poet Daniel Haberman reading his poetry at the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum on March 1, 1983:

  2. noochinator said,

    July 8, 2015 at 12:41 am

    Another audio recording of poet Daniel Haberman giving a poetry reading, this one in 1981:

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