I will never forget that image
the hopelessness in your eyes
the pleading fever in my arms
the restless ache in my fingers
the unslept night in our eyes
and all this human pain so human
so created so worthless
that image when we parted when I left
then I think of travellers banished
and unmitigated separations
unplanned treason unthought of betrayals
but you and me could still have saved
so many nights and days
for our sorrows were worldly
and impious subject neither to melancholy
or doom
I will never forget the exact image
the meaningless tears as they fell unhesitant
the longed for turning back
you etched in stone in vain
hoping that I would change my mind
and learn that being left behind
adds to the face to the eyes
the colour of death of restless repeating death.
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there is this beautiful german word I don't know how to translate, Riss, fissure, rift, split - this moment of separation that the 'I' in your poems relives uncessantly is the Riss going exactly through the center, the middle of one's life - and it is irreversible. sometimes there isn't only sadness or melancholy in your words, but rage and contempt too, fighting each other.
I will post later tonight the Eliot poem you introduced me to some time before, do you remember? about that one moment, crucial one, which absorbs all time and memory - moment of departure, of separation...
Roxana, hi.
i must say firstly, thanks for reading these'poems' and secondly reading them so well. i guess they are quite open anyway.any 'contempt' or 'anger'is directed at oneself though the impotence of doing so must be kept in mind. i am aware of the moment of reckoning, the culminating end of 'thought'.i have not touched those strings yet.
any sadness or melancholy is ultimately 'affected'. these could be poses. thus for eg,some of your pictures could be considered as a longing for sadness or a poem for that matter too. but we gravitate towards such possibilities. or sadness chooses us.
I don't think that "any" sadness or melancholy is ultimately "affected" - but maybe it becomes so by the fact that we choose to express it somehow, instead of keeping silent. the very gesture of expressing it could be interpreted as an 'affection'. and there is also this: after one is "chosen" by silence, one can either fight it and refuse it - or embrace and deepen it. I guess it is in the end a problem of temperament. maybe. but also that of an entire "vision of the world", which makes everything even more complicated.
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