Epithalamion Poem by Jan Struther
Epithalamion
THE raw materials of love are yours-
Fond hearts, and lusty blood, and minds in tune;
And so, dear innocents! you think yourselves
Lovers full-blown.
Am I, because I own
Chisel, mallet and stone,
A sculptor? And must he
Who hears a skylark and can hold a pen
A poet be?
If neither's so, why then
You're not yet lovers. But in time to come
(If senses grow not dulled nor spirit dum
By constant exercise of skill and wit,
By patient toil and judgment exquisite
Of body, mind and heart,
You may, my innocents, fashion
This tenderness, this liking and this passion
Into a work of art.
Artistic depiction of a poetic piece. Well written and communicated. Sylva
It takes a lifetime of dedication to make a relationship work whether it is focused on another person or the Arts..wonderful poem..
a takes time poem of young hearts starting out together on life's highway? .......brilliantly expressed.
What does one need to have, to be a true lover? ............. Thought provoking poem. Inspiring too. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 1:09:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
''By constant exercise of skill and wit, By patient toil and judgment exquisite Of body, mind and heart, '' .. .. may we all become 'poets'? maybe not so simple...