Ere I Go
Ere I go, tell me you love me, the way
You did when fervor newly found ingress
In hearts untested by lust’s impish play,
`Fore cares wore down our souls to fathoms less.
Commit to me devotion sweet anew
In ways my aging heart finds fresh relief
From years that the withdrawal parched in lieu
Of soothing solace, arid in motif.
Though Time be fleet of foot and cruel of heart,
Her shoulders heaving moments up and spent,
She still leaves mem’ries trailing aft, to chart
The road `twixt then and now; marks what was meant.
Though two be one through threadbare days, still no
Love loses all, `less lovers cease to sow.
5 Comments
Jennifer Knoblock
Oh, a long-lost Donne. Or Elizabeth Barrett Browning? 🙂 I really enjoyed the stately, classic feel of this. “threadbare days”–very nice!
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Silverleaf
This is stunning! I love the lofty, poetic feeling this gives to an experience so many live (and struggle with)so often. These are wonderful lines: “when fervor newly found ingress / In hearts untested by lust’s impish play.” The one thought flows beautifully across them.
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Meg
Beautifully wistful, Nat! The third quatrain is where it all happens though…the narrator measures the passage of time in this wearied love –“marks what was meant.” Powerful.
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Nathan
I can tell you’re a seasoned poet by the rhyming pairs you chose and your use of apostrophes. I always wondered why sonnets used such particular language. After writing one, I know that it’s all about the meter.
Lance
I like the feminine strength or the feel of this. It’s so unique to you.
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