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Click hereSie war schon Wurzel.
—Rilke
I fear too much sun. The half-night
of wistfulness better suits
my complexion. Then is the earth damp
and my fingers strong enough to dig
into clayish soil, to excavate
your deep roots, lift them loose
from where they knot into the ground.
Only this brief twilight
lets me wrap you in the watery cotton
of my loosely woven love. For sunrise
drops me from this dream
and you lie still in his bed, blooming.
Sensuous and ecstatic line-weaving, here. I really like your tropes and use of "intuitive association", Tzara. Reminds one of the decadent poets blended with the late Imagists, as well as Catullus. Bravo.
Chris Robideaux
endjoyed the orginal wording and placement of...simply put, I have not read a
more visual piece in a while ...one of your finest poems...blue
This is a stunning poem. I hope it didn't come easily. I hope you had to sweat over it. Yes, I want you to work hard for good poetry! :)
Such lovely phrasing though I'm not sure I get how the half-night of wistfulness--a great phrase--would enable you to excavate roots more easily. Yeah I know it's an allusion; I think maybe "strong enough" is throwing me. Maybe there's something more precise to express what you mean. "brave enough"? But really it's lovely and I adore the ending. The tone is so delicate and yearny. Recommended in today's New Poems reviews.