Where Lilith goes there follows
a confusion of bright hair;
Eve's glory, though, is closely bound
and modest as a prayer.
What anguish then for those
who would be wild as well as loved;
to be embraced, a captive,
or an Amazon unmoved?
June, 2010
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Summer, 2007
I have included here some poems that date from the summer of 2007, a season which has a strange and particular significance for me in that there was a period of roughly three months during which I inhabited a kind of dreamworld, living almost entirely inside my own head. I went out only rarely and, for the most part, saw only one or two close friends. I spent much time with my dog, walking, thinking, crying, reading, writing. It was, I think, the beginning of an important phase in my life, a time for healing and arriving at greater understanding and self-acceptance. During that three month period, I wrote more than six hundred poems which, taken together, say something of my understanding of my life and the human condition. All these poems are based on a simple ballad stanza and they tend to share something in common in terms of imagery and symbolism. I feel that they are intensely personal pieces but, at the same time, I believe they may have a more universal significance, most likey to be accessible to readers who may have found themselves on a similar journey.
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