Suddenly in summer on a dusty path
a fever takes me, and I see your face
again in the sweltering heat of blue-draped mountains;
or under smoky skies that clutch my throat
you smile once more, I struggle to press on:
choking, I seek your shadow among the trees that burn,
that blaze infernal in consuming tongues of fire,
that crash in blackened ruin all around.
What does it matter if I live or die?
red and black, red and black are the colours of my true love’s eyes,
wild are her features, seared and branded with the flame;
burned and broken on the landscape lie the letters of her name.
Come, burn away my body, let me dance with a mad joy
on the devastated gardens, in the fire that will destroy.
I really like this irregular sonnet, though I'm not sure that the repetition of 'red and black, red and black' serves your meaning or scansion at all. Other than that this poem has a passionate quality that overcomes any imperfections.
you are symbolic my dear friend..you are enigmatic and always amazing! =)
Wonderfully descriptive. We can find loved ones pretty much anywhere we look...if we take the time to see. My only suggestion is that capitalization and some punctuation would help guide the reader through your poem :)
Beautiful poem. A recap of feverish love......An ecstasy of fire.......10/10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful fever........ fever of love........ thank you for your kind sharing.