An unexpected visitor to my ‘other blog’ pulled out this post I had forgotten. Like visiting the drawer I had not opened for a year or more.
It seemed worth airing again.
The Poetic Definition of Love?
I have missed Friday! Sorry. Proofing a book to a deadline somehow collapses the passing days. BUT how can anyone ignore the euphoria occasioned by this enquiry?
‘I absolutely love this sonnet. I thought it might be one of Shakespeare’s but it sounds too new. Please tell me who the author is.’
I posted it to a thread on Linked In that asked for ‘Your poetic definition of love?’
Ergo…
If you bequeath me all your dreams unspent
that had their birth beneath the sheeted sky
Once dressed in music, they went penitent
Through gold and gorse, for you walk solitary.
If I can turn a page within your past
and my slow eye peruse your slow delight…
The landscape of your heart has found a mast
to lend perspective to its breadth and height.
I mapped your longing long before you thought
to give account of thirst, or dust or wine
I laid your blooms of hope amidst the grass of doubt
I spread your pasture, I reseeded time.
What can I know but what I recognise?
You are myself and yours are my own eyes.
INVOLUTION: Science and God: Reality Redefined 
As an artist I love the illustration: did you find it, do it, or? It’s really clever!
Nice poem too. Thanks.
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Thank you for the visit Clare. I found the picture posted elsewhere.
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beautiful, thank you as is the illustration. Has the poet been determined?
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C’etait moi! Susan.
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Beautiful poem, very rich with its images and thoughts and yes, Shakespearean feeling.
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Thank you Bluebrightly for visiting. The ‘Shakespearen’ was accidental but welcome all the same.
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Therefore the Love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the Mind,
And opposition of the Stars.
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Apt reply Mihrank and the common lot. Thanks for commenting
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