"The measure of the intensity of love
"Is measure, also, of the verve of earth."
---Wallace Stevens, "Le Monocle De Mon Oncle," V
Love converts right desire to thrilling pleasure--
as souls become tangent, using their bodies' senses.
And Love asserts the right words to inspire the measure
of poets' verses---varied tropes of all Love's tenses.
The bodies' full, or partial, nakedness is instrumental
(despite prune-prudes' denails and haters' shrill offenses)
to set Love's sum before their souls in incremental
portions, so that this ancient cosmic mystery
may be revealed on this plane in translatable degree.
We are finite and flawed, but in the fleshed intensity
of our love, we contour the Cosmos' intensity.
Starward
What otherworldly muse is he
What otherworldly muse is he channeling? I asked myself as the second line crashed into me like a cosmic surprise.
Love as the gateway to a sacred place where the act of love is not only sanctioned, but elevated to the realm of spirit is the stuff of mystics, and your delivery of the higher truth is truly praiseworthy.
"so that this ancient cosmic mystery
may be revealed on this plane in translatable degree.
We are finite and flawed, but in the fleshed intensity
of our love, we contour the Cosmos' intensity."
As illuminating as anything written by the great Rumi—and that is saying so much. The concept is conscious-raising alone, but to wrap it in the gold brocade of eloquence is nothing short of magical.
Thank you kindly for the acknowledgement.
Thank you for the kind
Thank you for the kind comment, and know, for a fact, this poem would have been at all possible for me prior to reading your magnificent poems. The three poets who have most influenced my life are you, most recently, Pop Stevens since 1978, and Eliot since 1976. I am grateful to the earlier two poets who initiated me; but the third, or highest degree, was disclosed by your poems, for which I wil be always grateful.
Starward