Each Friday I post a poem.
Weep, O my eyes! And you fountains of woe,
Bring forth tears! She is vanished from your sight
Who has brought joy unto your afternoons;
She who gladdens the deeply sighing heart
And who delights the supplicating eyes
Is gone, and all my happiness with her.
How do my knees not buckle, as they wish,
To pray the heavens for her swift return?
For with her absence “all my joys at once”
Have with my sad heart followed her from me,
As in her presence I was ever glad.
This poem is a fusion of two too-short fragments I wrote sometime midway through my college career. The beginning was sparked by a madrigal by John Bennet (which is complicated enough that I couldn’t understand more than the first line until I read the text). I’ve since forgotten where the quoted phrase late in the poem originally came from, though it’s possibly from somewhere in Shakespeare.
As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. (Perhaps someone will have an idea for a better title for this?) You can also read other poems I’ve posted here on my blog.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.