Know Thou This
Know Thou This
Know thou this
That before I knew thee
I knew not the beauty
Of a simple kiss
Know thou then no doubt
That I love anywhere but where I ought,
That I cleave unto any but thee;
That I am fickle, often without thought
Unwise indeed, and unthrifty
And though the nights are long and the days too are hard
I must try to better my imperfect self
So as to ever lose thy necessary regard
Thou art the drum beating
Upon the hillside
The bird calling plaintive
From the wood
The wild rush of the surf
Breaking upon the rocky shore
The wind in the trees
And the boughs themselves
Thou art.
Know thou this
I am what I may be
What ever thou see’st in me
For all that I am flawed as anyone
All that I am is thine alone
Named, made by thy claiming kiss
For thou art the breath of my heart
The song my blood cannot help but sing
Thou art my most handsome part
Without which I am nothing
(c) 2009, Nancy J Hedge
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BeMused
Name for me your favourite colours,
she said,
Sing to me of all your well-learned lessons,
All those secrets you have heard
In the perfume of night-blooming flowers.
I did not know what to say:
She already knew
I dream in teal
And dark rose
And that dusty sandy black of old velveteen,
cut into acanthus shapes and sandwiched with golden brocade
(the romantic upholstery of Blake and Wordsworth).
I was confused
Because she knew what the flowers taught me.
And the lessons?
How can I teach her what I could only have learned from her?
She has always confused me like that.
-N. Hedge ]]>
Nancy
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Youth’s Last Night
the forfeits
fought and died for
dead soldiers line the walk,
wasn’t that a party
that time that time forgot
and so have I
only the chill of the hour
seeping up my legs
my hems wet with
dawn’s dews
I don’t
anymore
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