Circa 1976: Usque Ad Sidera; A Desire Poem For BlueLevels, 2

Only in you, I can come near the galaxies in Blue Shift.

I have rested against the gated shoulder of Orion.

The arms of the Milky Way have embraced me.

I have inhaled the fragrance, and tasted the flavor, of life

on your flesh; and the sun's warmth reflected upon your skin.

No darkness, no entropy, will ever surround

me in your presence---for starlight fills my days and nights.

I have watched the beauty of the Cosmos station in your beauty.

Your iambic footsteps, sheathed in softness, have danced upon

my body and led me through the path to your ultimate nakedness:

the arc of your soul has drawn my soul upon and into itself,

and, in this way, you have entered me forever;

you have come to me and promised me pleasure forever.

The shafts of the Pillars of Creation have filled with the

sevenfold surge of irridiscence, and stars burst forth

and coalesce on the sable pedal points of outer space,

as all time comes in spirals to preserve our private moment to itself.


Starward

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

The brief notation to the first poem in this series is incorporated here by reference.


The first line alludes to the Doppler Blue Shift, which indicates the nearness, or the nearing-ness, of a star.


The second line alludes to Patriciajj's poem, "Gates Of Orion," one of the centerpieces (in my opinion) of her Poetry on postpoems.


Three lines---the first, eleventh, and last---share a verb; and this is a deliberate choice, not a random coincidence.

  

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There are poems you need to

There are poems you need to need to take up residence in for a while, to wrap yourself in, to get to know better because to simply allow the words to strike you once and then fade away would be a tragic deprivation for the soul. 

 

And this is one. 

 

There's so much searing emotion and exquisite flights of language compressed in this tribute that I don't know where to begin . . .

 

Most impressive was the transference of ardent yet pure emotion in every line but particularly when you gracefully constructed a vision to illustrate a connection that is beyond physical, however ecstatic the physical may be, and even beyond the celestial:

 

"the arc of your soul has drawn my soul upon and into itself,

and, in this way, you have entered me forever;"

 

The allusion to the Doppler Blue Shift was miraculously ideal. 

 

And finally, not content to land on any note other than the ultimate, you stun us with a literal and metaphorical climax that bolts to the end with an unforgettable sorcery of words:

 

"and coalesce on the sable pedal points of outer space,

as all time comes in spirals to preserve our private moment to itself."

 

A supernova of astronomical wonders that translate into a metaphor for true love. 

 

Congratulations on this. 

 

 

 

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Thank you so much for this

Thank you so much for this comment; and for your response to the poem.  I am a little overwhelmedm in the happiest way, by your remarks, and I cannot quite organize my words at the moment . . . so I will simply state that my gratitude is sincere from my soul, not just from my head, and I will always be indebted to you for your understanding of this poem and the entire series.


Starward

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This was truly a pleasure. So

This was truly a pleasure. So glad you kept the series going.