Jon Corelis Poems
|1.||The Light Of The Past||12/8/2003|
|8.||You Never Knew||12/8/2003|
|9.||About A Bicycle||11/27/2003|
|10.||Over The Rooftops||12/8/2003|
|13.||You Cannot Remember||12/7/2003|
|17.||Children With Guns||12/7/2003|
|18.||Sappho: To Aphrodite||3/14/2006|
|25.||Variation On A Theme By Williams||8/18/2009|
|26.||A Million Eggs||8/18/2009|
|28.||When The Sun||8/19/2009|
|29.||Bertran De Born: Youth And Age||8/19/2009|
|30.||Two Choruses From Euripides' Hippolytos||8/28/2009|
|32.||A Statesman Explains||11/7/2009|
|36.||The Man And The Woman||11/27/2003|
|38.||Assignment: Write A Poem Including The Word 'Vole'||8/31/2007|
Love has come at last, and such a love as I
should be more shamed to hide than to reveal.
Cytherea, yielding to my Muse’s prayers,
has brought him here and laid him in my arms.
Venus has kept her promise. Let people talk, who never
themselves have found such joys as now are mine.
I wish that I could send my tablets to my love
unsealed, not caring who might read them first.
The sin is sweet, to mask it for fear of shame is bitter.
I’m proud we’ve joined, each worthy of the other.
My hateful birthday’s come, which must be ...
The Light Of The Past
Though I've always known that the light of the past was something
recognized, it's only now I see
that the light of the past is the light of dreams: the light
in which things happen forever, where every laugh
retains the dew of a universe caught at dawn,
where the pride of the wounded heart renews its song
in an endless bloom of instants, and where the loves
we knew then inexhaustibly still live.