Something Akin to SadnessStaring at areflectionwill not hold metransfixed will not love mewill not beintelligentplayfulpretty.A life composed byselfishness drawing pictures ofwhat you ought to be.Not eyesbut pinprick-petals,dreamt infear and frustration,crafted in anundiscovered fen Not eyesbut pearls.Hands of cut-glass,Chihuly-glass,A touch and Iam less thana moth.And the terns glide Away.A book of words,a book of birds Life contained ina book!A life comprised ofscattered remembrances ever dare to stop
?No!lest I lose you,wildflower though you werenever mine.
A Love LetterYou mean more than an eclipse to me,dear correspondent,faithful companion,yet we shall never meet(except in my dreams,where we sip tea togetherand I confess that my poems area mimicry of yours,Bouguereau beside your Titian)When I seem to myself unlovedby the world,when lovers wanderand constants change
there you are,eternally comforting,thought-provoking,quite easy to take down and treasure,revere andadore(oh, but what would you think of me?dread to know
)Night brings loneliness(boldness too
)and since the streetlight resemblesa sickle-moon, I reach for youagain.And here you are in front of me,willing, godlike, spectre-like,now hair swept into a blackbird-nest tangle,now framing that vague butoh-so-characteristiclong face.I am no Vita
yet allow me to be drawn inanyhow.You are a gentle guide (of course),illuminating the mediocrity surrounding you.Dull pebbles are bathed by your glow were they ever dull at all
Tam Lin Pens a TruthDo not pursue me,I shall beA moon you cannot reachBy science or poetry I shall evade thee.Do not caress me,I shall beUnresponsive, afraidOf discarding parts of me I shall evade thee.Pray do not hold me,I shall beAn asp, a lithe Tam Lin,Slithring away to be free I shall evade thee.Neer gaze upon me,I shall beEmbittered by your eyes,Flinching at your sympathy I shall evade thee.Pray never love me,I shall beBut brazen words, siftedThrough books, lies and honesty I shall evade thee.
A Scathing MessageYoull not see me again, my dear,Youll not see me again,For I am become a swan, haunting Inish GloraAnd you do not belong oer here with me.Youre sacred as a tree, my dear,Youre sacred as a tree,And I watch the pilgrims lie upon knotted rootsAnd wonder why they came to worship thee.Youll not be mine again, my dear,Youll not be mine again,And the harebells wreathed round your crown begin to fade,Foxgloves withring beneath your lovely feet.Youll walk with me no more, my dear,Youll walk with me no more,Nor run helter-skelter cross rainy, windswept moors,No birds will sing their epithets to gods.Youll hear me laugh no more, my dear,Youll hear me laugh no more,But that you knew when you buried yourself that night,Casting your body to the ancient hills.Youre hidden in the hills, my dear,Youre hidden in the hills,And Im trying to dig you from your ancient grave,The tumulu
In Defence of ChastityEchoing through nothing hours,Misted bowers Sweet and sageThe strains of song the lover heardAnd Chastity the golden birdIs warbling in her cage.Still singeth she, though lock and keyMake her unfreeShe is mine!And I shall keep her in my breast,Safe within her fortified nest,And my heart shall be fine.Creeping-ivy embraces scareHer deer-heart, tearThe heart-skin,Threaten to silence Chastity,She struggles til she skitters free,I can not let you in.The merest graze brings fearfulness,Her nerves a messWants too much Is intellect not quite enough?Must love be made of thicker stuff?I love you without touch.This higher romance but a dream!For it does seemQuite lost here.For who but she could ever beSo shielding of fair Chastity?Closeness her greatest fear?Sweet Chastity imprisoned still,Ensnared untilMoons pass by
Pandora let our evils free,But will she have the braveryTo let the