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So Long Ago
So long ago and far away
Did I dream you up,
An ethereal apparition
Haunting my days.
Haunting me through the night
Your sweet song written down
Now barely audible
Still echoes in the hollows of my consciousness.
And I dip my cup into its well-spring.
And I bring it to my lips to taste.
My lips touch your lips and your song intoxicates me,
Savory and delicious, taunting
My marrow aches
And I awake,
Dripping with your memory,
Drenched with desire.
Did I dream you up
So long ago and far away?
I need to thank Starward for
I need to thank Starward for recommending this devastatingly beautiful outpouring of love. It is truly a dance for the heart, displaying a command of language that hits the target of our inner self with dizzying, miraculous precision.
"My marrow aches
And I awake,
Dripping with your memory,
Drenched with desire.
Did I dream you up
So long ago and far away?"
Ah, yes . . . If that's not a masterpiece, what is? Really loving this.
This is so impressive . . . I
This is so impressive . . . I am not sure the words of a prose comment can adequely convey the emotional intensity of reading this poem. I have had the experience---it is, perhaps, universal to humanity---but I have never been able to express it, nor have I heard it expressed, before, in such emotionally precise language. This poem is a masterpiece; and its center---the poetic, emotional, and philosophic center---is that magnificent phrase, "my marrow aches." This short line sums up the entire poem, and the whole experience---regardless of the difference of details from one human being to another. This poem is a masterpiece, and I applaud your accomplishment here.
Starward