One of the reasons the poet says he is the poet is that he has, at times, been too shy to speak his heart. So let his poem speak for him.
faerie: love
seeing you
just seeing you
fills me with such a sense of
something
I can only recall
if I stretch back my memories
to a time when
love
was not a proven path
to the fate's wrath
and I believed
still believed
in the happy ending
at the end of a story of
love
what is manner of
this mystery
this magic
this amomancy
that have you shrouded me with
so that I would dare to care to
love
when around every corner
on every shelf
in every empty pocket
I have evidence enough
of the bristlethorn nature
of the pleasant madness
of daring to
love
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
faerie: love
Labels: 2006, Faerie 1 observations
1 observations:
Faerie: love
This is as sweetly tender as
Cut Me
is
rough and wild. I like the contrast of the two poems.
I'm not sure if it was your intention, but I think the poems, as a pair, illustrate the pendulum swing of love over time-whether it be seconds or decades.
I like this idea, I'm going to stick with it.
Both poems are magnificent examples of Mr. Devault's work.
I like that you posted them this way.
Thanks for your background information on the poems too. Sometimes I really enjoy reading your comments.
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