An Evening In Portugal Poem by Christine Austin Cole
An Evening In Portugal
“…Pessoaic, ” he said
and my heart fluttered.
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He had paused first, focusing me,
and I had yielded – accustomed to
lingering in his pauses, teetering on
the edge of acute awareness and
feeling the anticipation ripen
within me. When he spoke again,
it was in our language; the image
spinning already in and through
a shared conscious. A poet-in-pieces,
knelt before the open trunk, pulling
pages between them and arguing
intellectual copyright – each insistently
pleading on behalf of their subject,
their emotions, their truth, as the
rain began to fall from the darkening
sky outside. I would gently correct,
redirect – flinging the conversation
onto another path – my eyes lifting
as I did from the paper between us
to the poet before me and in
the sultry air of a dimly lit room
that we never once occupied, against
the backdropp of a lone streetlamp
and too many raindrops to count,
his eyes, and heart, met mine.
How come your poems aren't read by my A level students, Christine? The way language bends to your will shames most of us, & the impressions you leave us with stick for a long time. Don't ever stop writing!
i had the opportunity years ago to spend a few weeks in Lagos, falling further into love than i had ever before, what made it so difficult to cultivate, was that which it awakened....... i think of journies here, fantasies, and the primordial wind from the second floor balcony in any building in portugal, to sit in that outdoor cafe in lisbon seated next to the statue of Pessoa...my heart fluttered.... this is a sure answer to a beautiful question
.. I was drawn to the Title.. as my favourite sunset that has yet to be outdone was witnessed in Portugal... your poetic evening portral did not disappoint my canvas... and the sardines.. stay wafting...
poet-in-pieces, knelt before the open trunk Good I kept it unread for rainy days; for days when a river I immersed and indulged would run dry for some time- please write
nice one christy..quite enjoyable. The Sage Anthony Edmond John
u make it sound so sweet and romantic..beautiful write..outstanding poem! u amazing! !
Wow Love's first bewitching glance nicely captured in your poem.A ten from me.
a romance in verse...what rythmn there is when two people of verse share a romance....ethereal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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WOW! TALK ABOUT EROTIC!