Don’t lock me in wedlock, I want
marriage, an
encounter—
I told you about the
green light of
May
(a veil of quiet befallen
the downtown park,
late
Saturday after
noon, long
shadows and cool
air, scent of
new grass,
fresh leaves,
blossom on the threshold of
abundance—
and the birds I met there,
birds of passage breaking their journey,
three birds each of a different species:
the azalea-breasted with round poll, dark,
the brindled, merry, mousegliding one,
and the smallest, golden as gorse and wearing
a black Venetian mask
and with them the three douce hen-birds
feathered in tender, lively brown—
I stood
a half-hour under the enchantment,
no-one passed near,
the birds saw me and
let me be
near them.)
It’s not
irrelevant:
I would be
met
and meet you
so,
in a green
airy space, not
locked in.
Image credit: "Green," by unknown artist.
Good poetry is one fine surprise after another, ain't it? The first line's pretty straight-forward, but then comes "the green light of May." Go go go says the green light. Wowzer! And the little gold-suited guy with the Venetian mask. Were you ready for him? Followed by the three guys' dun-suited wives, who seem lively and contented enough. Did you expect that? I sure didn't.
ReplyDeleteI would say that this poem is very "mid" as it does the achieve the level of likeliness that a "good" poem can achieve, furthermore the back round of this website is very "unpleasant to look at" straight up eye caner, I am ending with this, fix yo shit this poem is ass.
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