CHANCE MEETINGS, Conrad Aiken (1889-1973)
IN the mazes of loitering people, the watchful and furtive,
The shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves,
In the drowse of the sunlight, among the low voices,
I suddenly face you,
Your dark eyes return for a space from her who is with you,
They shine into mine with a sunlit desire,
They say an 'I love you, what star do you live on?'
They smile and then darken,
And silent, I answer 'You too--I have known you,--I love you!--'
And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves
Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight
To divide us forever.
1 comment:
Nice, one of those you have to read a couple of times before everything clicks. Harrogate didn't know you were such a Romantic, solon!
Poem of the Day, by the way, that's an excellent idea. We ought to find a way to get all Board members to take turns posting these, perhaps even with designated days, and get some serious comment threads going with these. 'Twould be sweet.
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