Carmichael Inversion (Love Song)
You come apart within me, slightly ill
(Perhaps you don't?)
But just when hard soil climbs
And clings to bark, then you might find
The bathos of a prone pose in my thoughts
(Perhaps you won't?)
Thus you come apart within me, slightly ill
You remember me, yet you ought not
(Perhaps you should?)
But just to speak my form
Or fiction's cry that rings unborn
Thus you remember me, yet you ought not
Such a bride! Such a suicide
To doubt your concrete chill informs the sun
What's gone by? Have you closed your eyes?
At its worst, it was music undone
You come apart within me, slightly ill
(Perhaps you don't?)
But just in autumn's hand
When autumn deigns to understand
Tho' that could hardly make your mind atone
You come apart within me, slightly ill
(Perhaps you don't?)
But just when hard soil climbs
And clings to bark, then you might find
The bathos of a prone pose in my thoughts
(Perhaps you won't?)
Thus you come apart within me, slightly ill
You remember me, yet you ought not
(Perhaps you should?)
But just to speak my form
Or fiction's cry that rings unborn
Thus you remember me, yet you ought not
Such a bride! Such a suicide
To doubt your concrete chill informs the sun
What's gone by? Have you closed your eyes?
At its worst, it was music undone
You come apart within me, slightly ill
(Perhaps you don't?)
But just in autumn's hand
When autumn deigns to understand
Tho' that could hardly make your mind atone
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I will be buying your book, in case you were wondering. I look forward to having a neat volume of your pomes on my bookshelf.
As for Bouville - it never occurs to me to volunteer anything because I never really know when you're going to be putting a new post up (you ain't like clockwork!
That poem is very interesting, I really like the juxtaposition of reality and either your desire or ideals. Had to read it several times over, as always
hows it going?
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