Date Posted:00:59:07 08/09/03 Sat Author:Raphaela Author Host/IP: webcacheB03a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.165 Subject: Re: Acquaintance In reply to:
Gray Squirrel
's message, "Acquaintance" on 23:06:50 08/08/03 Fri
I found this very moving Gray - the poem has depth and deserves more than one reading to fully appreciate
Just a small point - in this line 'To be it's own desire' - you don't need the apostrophe - it should should read 'its'
Raphaela
>Acquaintance
>
>The dilemma of humanity comes
>Knocking with a ten pound chill
>In your eyes, looking quickly away.
>I wonder what you see inside.
>
>You don't know me, but I'm
>Your full-time lover.
>No really, you don't know me.
>I'm this leacherous face.
>
>Love granted me this sight disease,
>Plucked from memory without sound,
>Without words, without the means
>To be it's own desire.
>
>Love granted me a fire,
>And you that chill.
>
>I would spill out conversation,
>But my mood is never right.
>You have the power of the mood,
>The mood is yours.
>
>So I laugh like a foreigner,
>Make a desperate comeback,
>To feign a peacefulness and
>Look up at the sky...
>
>I want to die again.
>
>I am this dying man, then,
>Crossing the precipice edge,
>From root to root, from limb
>To limb, and I remember you.
>
>You who loved me forever, but...
>I'm not sure if you still do.
>
>You were bright like that
>Scarred moon, you were
>Fingers through my hair
>And closing my eyes...
>
>When I died for you.
>
>-Gray Squirrel
