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Young Lovers
Young Lovers
1
Do young paramours enamored of each other,
Shut out the world; relegate it to a misty vapor,
or an insipid background, palliated in contrast
To their all consuming passion? Perhaps it is so.
When they speak to each other, the world listens.
2.
For nowhere else is there such self-sufficiency;
Their wine and their bread are a true sacrament,
Lending sanction to the world's existence.
Each caress stimulates a world lying in rubble,
Of dried riverbeds, of widows, foundlings and
Those lost in the flotsam and jetsam of life.
3.
These lovers do not live in the shadows, their
Young veins and interlocked lips rubricate
And enliven hackneyed souls with new life.
The earth sings at each embrace, rivers flow
Into valleys-from the chambers of their hearts.
4.
Would be heroes throw themselves forward
In advance of full consummation: For what
does the world know of intimacy; no matter
How is the fleet commerce or electronic transferred?
Our lovers make one bread and bower the globe
In a way no electrical grid could-their blood
Is an infusion for a world in perpetual requiem.
@2018 Sai Grafio
S1 brings the image of an
S1 brings the image of an outside world "eavesdropping" on a loving couple and an admiring almost envious kind of way.
S2 Their sustenance an all encompassing experience that "greens the desert" that surrounds them.
S3 Their "lovemaking" a beacon and sustaining brilliance that births new life and composes new songs.
S4 All the while intimacy while observable always is and always will be reserved to the two parties made one.
Our love expressed and lived exemplifies and empowers, young love, that is. Fleeting yet overpowering.
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Like intricate lace and
Like intricate lace and sumptuous music, your deep reflections on the rarest, highly evolved love takes more than casual appreciation. You analyze, contemplate, then articulate something that most mere mortals cannot do justice to, being the unifying force of all creation, or as you immortalized it in astonishing poetics:
"Their wine and their bread are a true sacrament,
Lending sanction to the world's existence.
Each caress stimulates a world lying in rubble"
And:
"The earth sings at each embrace, rivers flow
Into valleys-from the chambers of their hearts."
And finally, practically unparalleled in its artistic agility:
" . . . their blood
Is an infusion for a world in perpetual requiem"
It doesn't seem necessary to add more ornaments of praise to this wonder. Its towering worth speaks for itself.
I cannot resist making a
I cannot resist making a second comment. This is the kind of poem one reads, and then re-reads again and again, for several reasons: the beauty and elegance of its conversational tone, which has a very subtle swerve into the evocative; sheer admiration for the Poet who can write such verse; the originality and very unusual uniqueness of the various phrase of which the poem is constructed. Because I am an old man, in ppor health, I have to take afternoon naps; and having awakened, I wanted to visit this again just to make sure I had not dreamed it; and, most blessedly, I did not dream it---it is a real poem (perhaps I should write that as REAL POEM), and really has been posted to the best poem site on the entire internet.
Starward
I am not exaggerating in any
I am not exaggerating in any way when I state here that, after fifty years (as of last month) of reading Poetry, and over twenty-seven years of writing it, this particular poem is one of the finest Love poems I have ever read. It speaks to the soul in metaphors about love---and presents those meanings in the most poetic language. I am actually struggling, here, to articulate my response to the poem; struggling because the intensity of my response is outrunning the ability of my words to express it. Very few poems affect me in this way. In fact, I am going to brag about this poem to others. This poem deserves a whole lot of attention; it also deserves to be visited more than once, and you can count on my revisits.
Starward