Laura Riding

(January 16, 1901 – September 2, 1991 / New York City)

In Due Form


I do not doubt you.
I know you love me.
It is a fact of your indoor face,
A true fancy of your muscularity.
Your step is confident.
Your look is thorough.
Your stay-beside-me is a pillow
To roll over on
And sleep as on my own upon.

But make me a statement
In due form on endless foolscap
Witnessed before a notary
And sent by post, registered,
To be signed for on receipt
And opened under oath to believe;
An antique paper missing from my strong-box,
A bond to clutch when hail tortures the chimney
And lightning circles redder round the city,
And your brisk step and thorough look
Are gallant but uncircumstantial,
And not mentionable in a doom-book.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • David Beckham (6/20/2011 2:30:00 PM)

    you sure do have strong opinions and expressions. This poem by far, was my best, it was subtle and its theme was sharp and well received. truly enjoyed.10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Nalini Hebbar (6/20/2006 7:25:00 PM)

    your indoor face
    a lovely phrase
    commitment you ask for love in return
    hope you got what you wanted or is he on the run? (Report) Reply

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