Callimachus, Rhianus, and Straton of
Sardis---help me. My SweetLeaf has curled
away from me, on the vine out of my reach.
Were, ever, you Poets, afterthoughts? Did your
boyfriends profess love?
Starward
An aching, honest and melodic cry that cuts deep, rings devastatingly true, but chimes so beautifully. The image of a leaf on a vine out of reach is particularly stirring.
You turned deep pain into a work of art.
Thank you, and I corrected the stupid typo in the poem. And thank you for understanding the poem as you do.
An aching, honest and melodic
An aching, honest and melodic cry that cuts deep, rings devastatingly true, but chimes so beautifully. The image of a leaf on a vine out of reach is particularly stirring.
You turned deep pain into a work of art.
Thank you, and I corrected
Thank you, and I corrected the stupid typo in the poem. And thank you for understanding the poem as you do.
Starward