Dichterliebe Poem by Gwen Harwood
Dichterliebe
So hungry-sensitive that he
craves day and night the pap of praise,
he'll ease his gripes or fingerpaint
in heartsblood on a public page.
The ordinary world must be
altered to circumvent his rage.
He'll tell, with stylish Angst of course,
the inmost secrets of our bed.
Words are far worse than drugs; there is
no hope of surfeit or remorse.
The world lies wide, and warm. No kiss,
no child, no prayer will keep him here.
I'll wash the floors. He'll watch the stars.
I'll salt his life with common sense.
He'll suck my sap and vigour down
the crude mouth of his private hell.
Visions have no equivalents.
He'll die of drink and candy bars.
He'll tell, with stylish Angst of course, the inmost secrets of our bed. Words are far worse than drugs; there is no hope of surfeit or remorse. words are worse than drugs.
I'll wash the floors. He'll watch the stars. I'll salt his life with common sense. He'll my sap and vigour down the crude mouth of his private. a very fine poem. tony
Words are far worse than drugs; there is no hope of surfeit or remorse. The world lies wide, and warm. No kiss, no child, no prayer will keep him here./// poet can feel it from the core of heart; impressive writing; great poetic expressed...
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12/13/2024 10:17:34 PM # 1.0.0
One of the best poems by Gwen Harwood......
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