One A.M. Poem by Susan Lacovara
One A.M.
One a.m.
And the rain finds me
Here again
At my tin top table
Underneath the window pane
Full on the feast of my day
Laundered and ironed
My cares put away
Setting a table for Autumn's appearing
Summer has faded, waves and skies clearing
Pulling the overgrown buds from their stem
In the quiet of drizzling rain
One a.m.
One a.m.
And still with a smile I can trace
Sketching from memory
That look on his face
When the nine o'clock hour brought him to me
Late in the season to visit my sea
Can't recall any words that I said
As my heart like a thief
Took the thoughts from my head
Perhaps it was just an AMEN
Remembering love...
One a.m.
M must be a wonderful person to deserve such a wonderful poem. I love the lines Full on the feast of my day Laundered and ironed My cares put away Darla :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 9:12:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There is a magic in the night which your poem celebrates. But it's also the expectation that creates the magic.This is a Poem of Expectation, especially the first stanza which is all about making yourself ready for your reunion with M., and observing the details that mark the time, fixing it in your memory. The second stanza probably takes place in just a few seconds, and thoughts are wiped away by feelings. It's a remarkable description in words of an experience that is almost entirely non-verbal. I like this poem for what Whitman called the mystical moist night-air.