Ode to Elizabeth Barrett

I’ve lived with visions of thy company

The romance of vanishing eyes

The salted hallows of my void

 

Where on shinning fronts

My soul was overcome

In satisfactions that were not concrete

 

I’ve lived God’s gifts with dreams

To shame, the artists and their lullabies

I’ve eaten this world’s ruby-dust

 

And drunk her purple stale wines

To justify something I could never

Full express or find pure-manifest

 

In all my short lengthy years

By the nine white muse-brows

And time’s weight that outweighs

 

The lonely forehead of lost poetry

And love, with nothing to barter with

But the gift of a heart, grown from poverty.

 

Reviews

[Marie]

You have an intriguing old fasshioned turn of phrase. Like a poet in some other more gracious and graceful time...

[Prolific In Verse]

It is true what you say, and you are good enough to appreciate it! I shall now resort to many styles, for the love of our craft Marie! Happy Holidays dear.