Le Baiser, de Carolus Duran
Derek Walcott: The Fist
The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved
past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.
Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.
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Thank you for your comment at my blog, João. I have since started to put up poems with more regularity, and often with comments in this category http://shigekuni.wordpress.com/category/poem-of-the-day/
ReplyDeleteAll these poets should be read and discussed more often. Poetry should be more popular, after all, it's so wondrous.
You have a beautiful blog.