Being caught up in many different creative projects is stimulating and satisfying...but leaves little room for keeping up to date with such things as a digital blog or diary.
So...as a compromise, I've decided to share some more poetry that I love, and will leave more extensive musings for when I have more time!
Song
You say you love; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth -
O love me truly!
You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember -
O love me truly!
You say you love; but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses,
More than coral in the sea -
They never pout for kisses -
O love me truly!
You say you love; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth;
It is, like a statue's, dead, -
While mine to passion burneth -
O love me truly!
John Keats
Just as a footnote, I think Dymocks and perhaps other major bookshops need to take a look at their poetry section and invest in a broader range to chose from. The token smattering of poetry books that you are most likely to find in such stores do not do justice to the vivid and intriguing works that are being created by the poets of today, (such as the Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen)
