A Cold Milan NightA Poem by M. CorriganOh, rages I wrote of, and unfettered sorrow, On cream-white pages when I was forlorn And laid ever in waking for fear of tomorrow And, too, fear of dreaming the things you had
sworn.
Let Heaven split open, and send me a sign To remind me the Earth is but temporal sin It was Heaven within you, it resembled divine What a new Godless place without you I live in.
All of it--ended! All of it--waste! Oh, but in that sweet moment, it was violent
delight, And my heart charred to ashes for one savage
taste-- Was it foolish or lovely to lie with you at
night?
In sorrows unending I flush with desire And blush; it was ardent, those moments we
kissed For you I was reckless, for you I crossed fire But it was not brave"I, too weak to resist.
Wrung-out fate! Ragged hope That I thought for and fought for You saw how I suffered, how I could not cope, It was sadness to lose you, and what was it
wrought for? To this blindness and darkness? To wander and
grope?
And I trouble to know that I never knew you,
never knew you! When I, yet a stranger, lay awake in your arms, It was falsehood we loved in, when I gave myself
to you, Yielding fervent and willing to your stranger
charms.
Fools rush in. Yet the woman who stood there
before you Desired not only material love-making. She was foolish and sweet and prepared to adore
you, Heart so sadly exposed for the spurning and
breaking.
What ruins I built for myself when I met you; True, they never were more than the fractured
half-frame, And trapped under their wreckage it is hard to
forget you: Would that I had burnt back into ash with that
flame! Now the dusts have all settled. I leave without
curses Or angers against you despite that strange woe, I take heart in the words that flow forth into
verses-- The sole comfort which in your cold absence I
know!
What was that riddle thing that I lacked and I
lacked? What was the sweet something you were searching
for? What odd little wonder for which I was wracked-- I am one-half of precious, but darling, no more.
Take your indifferent words, and your cold legal
phrases, And I too accede I wax prolix, I write Empty love-poems emptily singing your praises So alone, to a stranger a cold Milan night. © 2015 M. Corrigan |
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