Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

Now there’s no desiring you  

I sit in street cafes at tables  

with a blank sheet of paper.  

The trees are just trees, the cars  

are just cars, and all the city goes on  

with no need at all to tell you it.  

Now there’s no desiring you,  

at night the sky is empty of all longing –  

it is simply dark, very distant, full  

of stars. And morning will break –  

with a certain number of hours,  

all of which need to be planned for.  

Now there’s no desiring you,  

there is just so much time  

to fill up and up with unlonging,  

which is blank, quite blank, and free.