Interior Portrait
You don’t survive in me
Because of memories;
Nor are you mine because
Of a lovely longing’s strength.
What does make you present
Is the ardent detour
That a slow tenderness
Traces in my blood.
I do not need
To see you appear;
Being born sufficed for me
To lose you a little less.
(2 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5)Related poetry:
- Self-Portrait The steadfastness of generations of nobility Shows in the curving lines that form the eyebrows. And the blue eyes still […]...
- Portrait She has no need to fear the fall Of harvest from the laddered reach Of orchards, nor the tide gone […]...
- Whats The Use Of A Title? They dont make it The beautiful die in flame – Sucide pills, rat poison, rope what – Ever… They rip […]...
- A Portrait Because my love is quick to come and go- A little here, and then a little there- What use are […]...
- Rebirth If any God should say, “I will restore The world her yesterday Whole as before My Judgment blasted it” who […]...
- Portrait (For S. A.)TO write one book in five years Or five books in one year, To be the painter and […]...
- The Portrait My mother never forgave my father For killing himself, Especially at such an awkward time And in a public park, […]...
- The Debate Between Villon And His Heart Who’s that I hear?-It’s me-Who?-Your heart Hanging on by the thinnest thread I lose all my strength, substance, and fluid […]...
- Sisters Sisters – Heaviness and Tenderness – you look the same. Wasps and bees both suck the heavy rose. Man dies, […]...
- Portrait Because life’s passing show Is little to his mind, There is a man I know Indrawn from human kind. His […]...
- Self-Portrait At 28 I know it’s a bad title But I’m giving it to myself as a gift On a day nearly canceled […]...
- The River Of Bees In a dream I returned to the river of bees Five orange trees by the bridge and Beside two mills […]...
- Interior IN the cool of the night time The clocks pick off the points And the mainsprings loosen. They will need […]...
- Interior It sheds a shy solemnity, This lamp in our poor room. O grey and gold amenity, Silence and gentle gloom! […]...
- Interior Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And […]...
- Portrait of a Motor Car IT’S a lean car… a long-legged dog of a car… a gray-ghost eagle car. The feet of it eat the […]...
- Venetian Interior Allegra, rising from her canopied dreams, Slides both white feet across the slanted beams Which lace the peacock jalousies: behold […]...
- Journey Into The Interior In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides […]...
- Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts, That all sin is divided into two […]...
- Portrait d'Une Femme Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, London has swept about you this score years And bright ships left […]...
- Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The […]...
- Portrait of a Lady Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. […]...
- Portrait of a Boy After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle’s hat had […]...
- Before Her Portrait In Youth As lovers, banished from their lady’s face And hopeless of her grace, Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place, Fondly […]...
- Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as […]...
- Le Gout du Néant Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, L’Espoir, dont l’éperon attisait ton ardeur, Ne veut plus t’enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur, […]...
- The Little Box The little box gets her first teeth And her little length Little width little emptiness And all the rest she […]...
- Keats The melancholy gift Aurora gained From Jove, that her sad lover should not see The face of death, no goddess […]...
- Cotton Song Come, brother, come. Lets lift it; Come now, hewit! roll away! Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day But lets not […]...
- The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so […]...
- A Forgetful Number Once upon a time there was a number Pure and round like the sun But alone very much alone It […]...
- Why Do Birds Sing? Let poets piece prismatic words, Give me the jewelled joy of birds! What ecstasy moves them to sing? Is it […]...
- Theme For English B The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you Then, it […]...
- Willard Fluke My wife lost her health, And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds. Then that woman, whom the men Styled […]...
- From Citron-Bower From citron-bower be her bed, Cut from branch of tree a-flower, Fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of […]...
- Portrait A child draws the outline of a body. She draws what she can, but it is white all through, She […]...
- Fog Portrait RINGS of iron gray smoke; a woman’s steel face… looking… looking. Funnels of an ocean liner negotiating a fog night; […]...
- All That's Not Love All that’s not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple […]...
- The Portrait The portrait there above my bed They tell me is a work of art; My Wife, since twenty years she’s […]...
- DIONYSUS Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, The vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: The farther the eye […]...