Линда Пастан. Что мы хотим

What We Want 

What we want 
is never simple. 
We move among the 
things
we thought we wanted:
a face, a room, an open
book
and these things bear 
our names  - 
now they want us.
But what we want 
appears 
in dreams,  wearing 
disguises. 
We fall past, 
holding out our arms 
and in the morning 
out arms ache. 
We don't remember the 
dream,
but the dream 
remember us.
It is there all day 
as an animal is there 
under the table, 
as the stars are there 
even in full sun.