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where we merge
My hands move into silk the green
silk with you under it
and you (this is where I kiss you)
stand against the morning the new
morning with the kiss of sun under it
(this is where you kiss me) you will
turn your gaze your brown-eyed
gaze with me under it
you will touch my (every every) lips my
lips to hold the precious
memory of their prayer
against your (every every) freckle
Visiting this one again, it
Visiting this one again, it is just as fresh a paean to intimate love as on the first reading. This is one of those poems that the reader knows will last for a long, long time.
Starward
Prepositions
Knit the poem especially different uses of "under". Nice.
Reading this is stepping into
Reading this is stepping into a miracle. The moment you framed is ecstatic, but the language, the billowing tenderness, the use of color as a vehicle into the deepest pleasure is . . . Oh God, a leap of greatness. You are a virtuoso of words and it's unnecessary to say more.
Your work speaks for itself. Respect.
Thank you, Patricia. You're
Thank you, Patricia. You're very kind.
I have read this poem again,
I have read this poem again, and am just "knocked over" by its nuanced beauty. Wow! I have recommended it to patriciajj, postpoems' most accomplished poet.
Starward
This is one of the finest
This is one of the finest love poems I have ever read!, on postpoems or elsewhere. Can you share the name of the poet alluded to in the notation to your poem?
Starward
Starward, Thank you for the
Starward,
Thank you for the kind words. That poet is ee cummings.
Thank you for the reply.
Thank you for the reply. When I was a freshman in high school, Estlin Cummings was the first poet I ever read. My mother and I both adored his poem, "anyone lived in a pretty how town." Akthough mom and I disagreed on most everything, we always agreed on the beauty of that poem. Thanks again for your gracious reply, and your poem, let me repeat, is wonderful.
Starward