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After
Berryman
"and I am elated
and vague for love of her"*
Yet never to be, like the lifting sea, a blur.
Still a recent scene remains, not taunting
But innocently haunting, reinforcing the wanting
There's a precious truth in this:
That to love is to know divine humanness,
For I'd fly to her if my love had wings
Yet what is this in the larger scheme of things--
Is this lovesickness? It is surely not sick
In sighs overwhelming, love does not pick
To victimize, suffocate, cut off the tongue.
It quickens the heart, heaves deep the lung.
* from John Berryman, "Dream Songs"
Lantern
Love will never
Let me go, though
Lately, I know,
Less has not been more.
Leaving, I was forever
Lost, but you found me,
Living your poetry.
Craig Tigerman originated the
Pleiades form, a name he adopted from the Seven Sister of
mythology and astronomy fame. The Pleiades has a one word title;
there are seven lines in the poem and each line of the poem
begins with the same letter, in the case of the poem above, the
letter L.
Spring's True
Riches
March was thaw,
though gnawing still with frost;
April rains proclaimed its nature's grace:
Yellow daffodils, tulips, none lost
From fortune's dance of life on vernal face.
Lakes would swell, to tell of spring's embrace,
Of bending splendrous reeds, well-worth the cost
Whereby their beauty planted in each place
Extolled the whole, serenely teased and tossed
Resplendent scene, caressed by best of breeze,
So richly they reward those blessed by these!
Note the acrostic
in this poem
April's
Wisdom
April asks and
answers; after all,
Spring's self-sufficiency starts small
But builds: budding bravely, bursting brightly,
Luring lovers, lusciously yet lightly.
Fairy forest filling, flowers flaunted,
April understands urgency, undaunted:
Verdant vernal vision, vista vaunted,
Winter's weather-weary woodlands wanted!
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