Who weighs life pragmatically, and who lets Romanticism hold sway, and what craft of divine providence sees value in their clashing?
come now live beside me
and make me your love
we could alter the design
of the star paths above
curl yourself into my situation
let me slow sip your potion by day
I would multiply your simplest cheer
or serious striving or warmest play
But time has its while my lingering sweet
and its iron grips fast at our clock
what it is that we are we have surely become
dare us not divine history to mock
visit you me then liberally
when life affords you such whim
if during autumn we’ll pick apples
or when warm summers in rivers swim
passing moments can whole lifetimes make
occasioned kissing might last full seasons
if but our trysts maintain their depth
or imaginations vanquish dry reasons
But time has its while my ephemeral sweet
and its dagger stabs cruelly our clock
moons callously want, suns ardently wish
warn us never holy history to mock
failing that then let us speak
on telephones nocturnal hours
conversing deep and kind perchance
of children, of books, and blue flowers
gift me the music inside your voice
bathe me the nectar of your thought
to carry them dreamwards swooning asleep
and ponder what I’ve done & what I’ve ought
Stern time has its while my vaporous sweet
and love when not timely turns to vice
what it is that we are we have surely become
dare us not chance vain miracles to dice
_______RS
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Well-quipped, DR. Comme d’habitude 🙂 Nice to see you around! You know, with this dialogue stuff, even though as director I’m producing both sides of the argument, my soul as actor is happily mired in the Romanticism part. I’ve only had time to browse your latest Placbo entry… but I expect to return and sit with it later this evening (Western Hemisphere time).
You are most welcome, RS, to join
in on our rendition of “Words for Six
Rhapsodists and One Apartment” 😎
Oh this is wonderful..this dialog that you have put upon the stage..and having just read one of my poems (an older one at that) I’m sure you know what side I am rooting for…and yet ..Your pragmatic refrain does carry much truth in every variation:)
Me too, as you might surmise, Karima. 🙂 It summons all my objectivity to voice the skeptic’s angle. Thanks very much for your appreciations.
You did a great job on the skeptics side. I know it must have been hard .🤨
I did not read this voice as divided… it seemed as one… and an utterly, divinely, passionately beautiful one at that. What a true treat to read such poetry. Here the starved are fed a feast.
That represents an important realization. All polarities, apparent contradictions, are but unities when viewed from a higher vantage point. Thank you for your kind words, Lia. 🙏
Agreed, separation is an illusion, albeit a mass immersive one. Loved this stunning poem!
English poets would be pleased to finish your piece, reconciling the conflict and the twine shall engage in mutual inclination to pace their heartbeats to the shortness of life’s clock.
❤️
Oh, wow, do cups runneth over? I believe they do — when beauty is delivered on a silver plate such as this one. This poem is one that must be read aloud and I can almost imagine a voice, speaking thru a veil of passion, with trembling voice, aiming for a heartfelt reception. — Nice work, Sir Robert !!
A thousand bows of gratitude, Steph. It is interesting you meantion this ‘read aloud’ business, by the way. For I’d been thinking after writing this, even during, of how it would sound if narrated, and how the two voices would be delivered, and even some moody ambient musical tinkling in the background and so on… I might pursue this.
Thank you for considering my idea. It would bring an added persuasive tone — if narrated.