A Song For The Man I Love Poem by Daniel Brick
A Song For The Man I Love
Written for Aphrodite
Even when I see you far away,
walking by yourself over dunes
along the seashore, you are really
at my side in a pine grove. Even when you
are absorbed in painting, looking intently
at colors blending or figures emerging,
I am really holding your hand and staring
into your eyes. It cannot be otherwise:
Love has multiplied our beings, because
this passion is too intense for just
one pair of lovers to contain.
I have endured passionless days,
I have waited through empty nights.
All the pleasures of solitude exhausted,
all the distractions of frivolity drained.
And what of you? Rumors abound of a man
who seeks the truest woman for the truest
love. He follows leads from friends and
strangers, trying to discover the one true
path. Others tell of a man who walks
in wide circles, confident he will eventually
find his true love inside one of them.
I will assume the role of a pilgrim,
my walking staff will measure the distance
between my loneliness and your grace of being.
I will assume the role of a prospector, and
dig for gold in the least likely places,
because it is your golden presence I need.
I will become a scholar, and haunt libraries
like a ghost gliding from book to book
seeking the one which tells your story
and shows how I become part of it.
A wonderful poem, Daniel! A man walking in wide circles reminds me of Dante)
Circles I believe occur throughout the COMMEDIA, not least of which are our circling thoughts, as we circle in on an idea, person, object. And that also strikes me as an image of flight which is the ultimate freedom.
When love becomes poetry and poetry becomes love, true love and true path become one and inseparable. To quote from this enchanting poem- - - - - I will assume the role of a pilgrim, my walking staff will measure the distance between my loneliness and your grace of being. I will assume the role of a prospector, and dig for gold in the least likely places, because it is your golden presence I need. I will become a scholar, and haunt libraries like a ghost gliding from book to book seeking the one which tells your story and shows how I become part of it.
Oh she is amazing isn't she? She laces fantasy with hope and it is here where she traps us, but we want to be taken....yes, devour us that we might just touch her grace of being! ! ! I really love this poem my friend! ! ! , you outdid yourself here and I say bravo! ! !
This is an interesting, amazing and a nicely crafted tribute poem for Aphrodite. Becoming a scholar is nice and hunting libraries bring memories of knowledge. Assuming role of pilgrim is amazing and this motivates mind for holiness. Still strangers try to discover one favourable path. Holding hands and starring into eyes reflect deep emotion. This poem is excellently penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is such a beautiful poem! ! From the very first to the last verse it is so wonderfully written, so emotional and rich! Thank you for sharing this with us!