- Non-Erotic Poetry
- XLIII
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Beauty crowds me till I die,
Beauty, mercy have on me!
But if I expire today,
Let it be in sight of thee.
- Emily Dickinson
Maybe I shouldn't
speak of the time that ages
of the mouth disenchanted by time
maybe the pose of a dance
is a map I cannot read.
Nobody dies of absence
of a paradise decanted
nobody can decipher
the colour blue
of your dreams and tears.
I know that hair
cannot be this blonde
mask and primitive alphabet
of a single syllable
of what a woman feels.
It's not the lovers that love
nor the gods that decipher
it's the horses that draw
in vague transparencies
the lost map of paradise.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 17 years agoNo one can ever accuse Lauren of being easy. I read this several times yesterday, then again today. And each reading revealed more strands within each strophe and connected to the rest of the piece. This is a rich tapestry worth reading several times over. I may just have to run out and get a book on Emily to add to my meager collection, to see how they compare.
Tzaraover 17 years agoThe meaning sometimes seems a little obscure to me, but that's actually kind of good, since Dickinson herself was often obscure.
I particularly liked the break blonde/mask:
I know that hair
cannot be this blonde
mask and primitive alphabet
of a single syllable
of what a woman feels.
