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A Love Poem
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##Top Viewed## Silver trees on emerald fields
and golden leaves fall where'er they will
A cerulean blue, white-clouded sky
my love (my love, my love) and I
Rose-pink dawn and breathless kisses
Tenderest of embraces, warmest of wishes
Lavendar blossoms and the song of the wind
and I myself with my dearest friend
Velvet-black nights and diamond stars
Dawn's own Venus and red-glowing Mars
And all the bright eyes of heaven in between
Watching (with envy) my love and me
Cascades of golden light on the ev'ning hours
Falling between pine trees, grasses, flowers,
A radiant beam piercing soft cumulus clouds,
And o'er Heaven's fair meadows, there comes thou
Reading this again, with even
Reading this again, with even more appreciation, the poem is both exquisitely evocative and classically beautiful.
Starward
During my freshman year at
During my freshman year at college, I took a course on pastoral literature in the spring of 1977. We read more novels than poetry; the teacher, who was one of the finest with whom I studied, seemed to be afraid of poetry for reasons I have never yet figured out. But the few poems we read were among the finest written. I said all that to say this: this poem of yours should have had its place among the poems selected for our class (I realize, of course, the time differential). But its quality, its melodic structure, and the exuqisitely tender feelings it expresses places it with the finest of pastoral poetry in any time or place.
Starward
color me flattered
it is my wish for classical styles to be practiced and rehearsed, so they are not forgotten and all the angst of modern poetry has a backdrop, context.
This is one of the
This is one of the profoundest replies I have ever received.
Starward