Guinivere
07-23-2008, 01:44 PM
Among the Multitude
Among the men and women the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am,
Some are baffled, but that one is not--that one knows me.
Ah lover and perfect equal,
I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections,
And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.
I always liked this poem. It is short, neat and yet somehow describes a feeling I get when I come lose to losing in finding the right one for me. A feeling of hope, that someday someone will come along ...
Among the men and women the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am,
Some are baffled, but that one is not--that one knows me.
Ah lover and perfect equal,
I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections,
And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.
I always liked this poem. It is short, neat and yet somehow describes a feeling I get when I come lose to losing in finding the right one for me. A feeling of hope, that someday someone will come along ...