Well, Robert sends a silly link on how to write a love poem... first come the candles and their scents... then taking vowels away, and it gets worse and worse.
If I say, like Jesse Fourmi, "I heaven you" -- one gets closer.
He sees that (in the Lost Horse Press, New Poets Series, p. 41, Final Descent into Maui....)
as "I embrace you, wholly,/ as if inside a shell."
I'm using as inspiration Anne Bradstreet...
To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee,
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
-- Anne Bradstreet
To my dear and Loving Husband
If ever one were two, it's me and you,
and you and me, but don't think unnecessarily
that I think myself the more important gold in the hold
but merely holed, as we are goaled to be whole, cajoled
to we as two halves, swelling to lift any bar
of what we are.
But I can't get this right.
Just, imagine. I blue-spring-sky you
With everything good
That makes you happy
that sunshine moves its hips
And laughs until
Every belled flower on earth rings
blessing its springtime buttons
until they burst.
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1 comment:
love this comparison and prompt from bradstreet. i would use your first line that ends with "you and me" then go straight to the "just, imagine." keep it short and sweet and small on the page. beautiful. you're an explorer of words. : )
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