What a gift!
The writing gods continue to amaze me with their generosity. Some time ago I signed up to Poemhunter, and ever since that day they've sent me daily poems. I can take or leave most of them but some are worth getting excited about...
April Love
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day,
With a sigh, a smile?
A little while in the shine of the sun,
We were twined together, joined lips forgot
How the shadows fall when day is done,
And when Love is not.
We have made no vows - there will none be broke,
Our love was free as the wind on the hill,
There was no word said we need wish unspoke,
We have wrought no ill.
So shall we not part at the end of day,
Who have loved and lingered a little while,
Join lips for the last time, go our way,
With a sigh, a smile.
Ernest Christopher Dowson
Naiive. Splendid and quite beautiful. So I ran to Poemhunter and gobbled him up. A Londoner by birth, a short story writer and alcoholic. There's a link to a book of his letters in my fav sites. This is a rushed post because I'm enthusiastic about Ernest.
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