Intention

*Willem de Kooning* Woman Singing

A
Life
Of
Study
Was
My
Wish,
But
That
Burned
Up
In
A
Petry
Dish
So
Long
Ago
I’ll
Never
Know
If
I went
The
Way
I was
Supposed
To
Go.
I danced
While
Others
Toiled,
My
Life’s
Romance
Was
Never
Soiled
With
Trade,
Surrounded
By
The
Things
I made.
Useful
Work,
Or
Reckless
Play?
I cannot
Say,
But
All
Those
Others
Have
Passed
Away.