Proem

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Proem

Postby Saturn » Sat Oct 20, 2007 12:35 am

Proem

This is only an introduction,
A preamble, a prelude to
The great work I'll assemble.

I see forests being toppled,
Great harvests laid waste
And books upon books
Pile in front of my eyes.
I'd set rainforests ablaze,
Whole countries on fire
To spell out your name
In the blackened debris.

I'd take a plane and write
My love in the vapour trail:
Clouds will speak my heart.

Whole reservoirs of ink
I'd consume just to blot
The copybook of hopes.

A library is not enough,
A temple falls too short,
A cathedral is too small
To house the wonders
I've written about you.

Whole monasteries full
Of bustling, shaven men
I'll employ to copy it all.
And in delicate tracery,
A spider-web intricacy
They'll labour intensely
To beautify my works
And bind them tight
For everlasting fame.

For my love will endure,
Aeons hence. Palimpsest
Fragments will be found,
Deciphered anew, edited
And rediscovered. Then
All the world will know
Of my muse and they
Will know me, if only
For your dear sake.
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Postby Heaven/Hell » Mon Oct 22, 2007 12:28 pm

This is great stuff, I had a feeling about this one when I jumped into the post... this particular section stands out for me as truly remarkable -

A library is not enough,
A temple falls too short,
A cathedral is too small
To house the wonders
I've written about you.


Because it's the truth, isn't it? William Blake could have written this part. Truth and Beauty are not divined from the outside, from books and religions, but from within, in the confines of your own heart.
"Language has not the power that Love indites: The Soul lies buried in the ink that writes" ~ John Clare
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Postby Saturn » Mon Oct 22, 2007 12:42 pm

Thank you H&H I like that part too, I always seem to have these refrains or I don't know what to call them, somewhere in my verse, they are like chants, prayers almost. I don't know where they come from.

But such is the muse and her strange ways...
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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Postby Heaven/Hell » Mon Oct 22, 2007 1:36 pm

"Don't fool yourself, she was heartache from the moment that you met her..."

Alas, she is hard to please, but it pleases us mortals so easily when we catch a glimpse or a verse of the sublime.
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Postby Saturn » Mon Oct 22, 2007 9:34 pm

Heaven/Hell wrote:"Don't fool yourself, she was heartache from the moment that you met her..."


Oh I love that song.

And its so true, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Better to have a heart broken than for it to "fust in us unused".
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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Postby dks » Thu Oct 25, 2007 4:54 am

FFS. This is great work, here, Stephen--and I think you know it...

I see forests being toppled,
Great harvests laid waste
And books upon books
Pile in front of my eyes.
I'd set rainforests ablaze,
Whole countries on fire
To spell out your name
In the blackened debris.

I'd take a plane and write
My love in the vapour trail:
Clouds will speak my heart.

Whole reservoirs of ink
I'd consume just to blot
The copybook of hopes.


...and you can hear a pin drop after these words:

For my love will endure,
Aeons hence. Palimpsest
Fragments will be found,
Deciphered anew, edited
And rediscovered. Then
All the world will know
Of my muse and they
Will know me, if only
For your dear sake.


The idea of her is monumental in this superb poem...I know when I have written in unabashed homage to someone (aye, he knows who he is :wink: ) I often feel like what I may have written wasn't enough--not loud enough--not big enough to exhibit my depth of feeling--but good Christ, Stephen, you damn well gotta be happy with this--it's damn near epic :!:

Damn good show. :!:
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the Truth of Imagination."
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Postby Saturn » Thu Oct 25, 2007 10:59 am

As usual I can only :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops:
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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