You are poetry - an infernal, cascading harmony, dousing Life in wreaths
Of sorrow
You are not that chafing, maddening sadness itching in my very bones and teeth - you are
Relief
You are poetry
Wallowing, murmuring in each and every whit,
On every branch, in every ditch - you are not
The sad and derelict field of lonely thoughts,
Rosy hopes abounding against the droughts
You are that sad solitude itself to me
The diffusion of everything with everything -
Though you are everything, and everything is poetry.
You are poetry
As you sigh and unfold along moribund years,
And howl with stormy, hopeful tears - you are not
Some epochal essence which Time disowned,
Some farewell drink some separation downed
You dug at Life and buried yourself in me
A trace of hope abounding in a drought -
Though you are a rose, and a rose is poetry.
You are poetry
The chaste transcendence where coming myths lie,
Where the sea is wedded to the sky - you are not
The bleeding Sun above despair uprist
The aching thirst, the salt on my parched lips
You drown in words spoken by all but me,
Transcending each word's bitter separation
For you are despair, and despair is poetry.
You are poetry - an infernal, cascading harmony dousing Life in wreaths
Of sorrow
You are not that chafing, maddening sadness itching in my very bonesand teeth -you are
Me
(separate poetry)