LetitiaA Poem by David Lewis PagetLetitia, you with the marble thighs Have you found the will to roam, Letitia, you with the gravel eyes Are you going to go back home? You stood too long at the garden gate And let every passer see, That the heart beneath your breast was still, That you had no care for me! I fell in love when I saw you first At the waterfront in Greece, There at the back of an antique shop Where you stood, so pensively, You only wore a shift of lawn That the sun shone brightly through, I knew no life could be complete If I lived it, without you. I had to smuggle you out of there In the back of a grocer’s truck, You didn’t have any papers, nor A passport, just my luck! So we caught a tramp from Athens And you gazed out at the sea, Watching the foam-flecked breakers break, Disport, so wild and free. Your smile was part of your mystery, Your eyes had hidden it too, I ached to learn of your history Hid deep in the heart of you, But you had no words to comfort me Your secrets were your own, And all the lovers you ever touched Have gone to their graves alone. They say you stand on a distant shore And smile at the turning tide, Next to a stone Prometheus Like a bridegroom and a bride, I only wish that you’d cared for me Before they sent you home, But your marble heart is beating free Though you’ve turned my heart to stone. David Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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