Each Friday I post one of my poems.
Ah! Neither sweltering heat nor stifling air,
Nor novice dancers stumbling round about
Shall keep me from your side, O lady fair,
To dance with you this afternoon’s last set.
Although my feet grow weary in the dance,
And though my breath grows short, I shall not rest
Until my eyes at last have seen your face
And we have led each other ’round the floor
For this too-fleeting, fading breath of time.
How happy I! until the music fades
And dancing ends, and I must drop my arms
And step away, and bid you fond farewell.
I wrote this a few weeks ago, during and after a glorious party. I—of the typically melancholic temperament—had all but forgotten what it felt like to be deliriously, unreservedly happy, until this event reminded me, and in the aftermath of the dance that was to me the highlight of the day I began this poem. (The first line is not an exaggeration: the dance hall was very hot and not quite well ventilated enough. The rest may be subject to my usual tendency toward hyperbole.)
As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog; in particular, I’d like to know which poems you think are my best.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.