tell me if this is all true

Discovery of a Young Woman

 The morning’s dull departure, in the doorway

By the hinge, a woman coolly peered in

I noticed then: a strand of her hair was grey

And could no longer resolve that I was going.

Silently I stroked her breasts, she asked

Why I, a bedtime guest, did not take leave

After a good night’s rest as was expected,

I looked at her quite bluntly and replied:

It’s only another night I wish to stay

And be a burden to you; it was tactless

To stand as you did in the doorway by the hinge.

And we let the conversation wheel away

For we quite forgot that time was quickly passing.

And soon enough, desire left me speechless.
 

Bertolt Brecht, translated by Pauline Fan