Masaryk's Banquete

[qimissung]

I walked for miles to look upon your face
To sit in the dark, and gaze upon your sleeping face
Watch the rise and fall of your breast
And the moon falling slavishly upon your hair
Watch it caress you as I cannot
And I love to watch your face by day
As you talk or laugh or sing
To watch a thousand emotions crowd upon
The subtle stage that is your
Glistening eye and lip and brow
Could I but hold your hand and feel
The lissome bones beneath your skin
What skin! Mere flesh, but I thank
It for covering you in cold weather
And in warm, for being the cloth
Of gold of a a queen’s regal, sumptuous cape
So, here I stand, as you walk by,
Unceasing in your quest for life as I to leave
My gift at your unknowing, blessed feet

[PrinceMyshkin]

I was and am puzzled by the reference to Masaryk, which to anyone of my age would be taken to refer to Thomas Masaryk, the founder and first president of Czechoslovakia...

Putting that to the side as improbable, I let the poem flow, as you poems always do, seemingly unpremeditated and just carrying me along with it. I felt as if I could hear your voice, not in the aesthetic sense of a particular idiosyncratic style, but your actual voice, as if I wasn't reading your poem, but listening to you recite it to me.

[blazeofglory]

I walked for miles to look upon your face
To sit in the dark, and gaze upon your sleeping face
Watch the rise and fall of your breast
And the moon falling slavishly upon your hair
Watch it caress you as I cannot
And I love to watch your face by day
As you talk or laugh or sing
To watch a thousand emotions crowd upon
The subtle stage that is your
Glistening eye and lip and brow
Could I but hold your hand and feel
The lissome bones beneath your skin
What skin! Mere flesh, but I thank
It for covering you in cold weather
And in warm, for being the cloth
Of gold of a a queen’s regal, sumptuous cape
So, here I stand, as you walk by,
Unceasing in your quest for life as I to leave
My gift at your unknowing, blessed feet

Really beautiful and it has something tinges of what thing love is, not from an ideological standpoint but from the very instinct with which we understand love beyond measures of time and space.

[qimissung]

Thank You, Blaze of Glory. That is what I intended.

And thank you, Prince, very much. I worry that my poems don't have enough of other things, but at least I've got that. That makes me think of something James Herriot once said that his fellow vets said of him, "Old Herriot can sure wrap a cat." Well, at least I've got flow! :)

And Prince, your not wrong. That is the name of the first president of Romania, but it is also the name of a street in Mexico City, and more recently, the name of a restaurant here in Dallas, TX.

[PrinceMyshkin]

And thank you, Prince, very much. I worry that my poems don't have enough of other things, but at least I've got that. That makes me think of something James Herriot once said that his fellow vets said of him, "Old Herriot can sure wrap a cat." Well, at least I've got flow! :)

What in the name of the Unnamed & Unnameable do you mean by "at least I've got flow"?!! I believe you have plenty above and beyond flow! Have you never felt how painful it is when someone you admire deeply seems to have a lower opinion of herself than you have of her?

Pull up your socks, woman!