A Love Poem

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Silver trees on emerald fields

and golden leaves fall where'er they will

A cerulean blue, white-clouded sky

my love (my love, my love) and I

 

Rose-pink dawn and breathless kisses

Tenderest of embraces, warmest of wishes

Lavendar blossoms and the song of the wind

and I myself with my dearest friend

 

Velvet-black nights and diamond stars

Dawn's own Venus and red-glowing Mars

And all the bright eyes of heaven in between

Watching (with envy) my love and me

 

Cascades of golden light on the ev'ning hours

Falling between pine trees, grasses, flowers,

A radiant beam piercing soft cumulus clouds,

And o'er Heaven's fair meadows, there comes thou

 

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Reading this again, with even

Reading this again, with even more appreciation, the poem is both exquisitely evocative and classically beautiful.


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During my freshman year at

During my freshman year at college, I took a course on pastoral literature in the spring of 1977.  We read more novels than poetry; the teacher, who was one of the finest with whom I studied, seemed to be afraid of poetry for reasons I have never yet figured out.  But the few poems we read were among the finest written.  I said all that to say this:  this poem of yours should have had its place among the poems selected for our class (I realize, of course, the time differential).  But its quality, its melodic structure, and the exuqisitely tender feelings it expresses places it with the finest of pastoral poetry in any time or place.


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color me flattered

it is my wish for classical styles to be practiced and rehearsed, so they are not forgotten and all the angst of modern poetry has a backdrop, context.

 

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This is one of the

This is one of the profoundest replies I have ever received.


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