O lady beautiful–O well-beloved friend—
How dear your words and presence ever are to me—
O blessed sister in and by our Savior’s grace—
And with our years-long parting my heart, longing, breaks—
But how should it esteem you? Dear one—Ah!—what love
Should I my trembling hands extend to offer you?
I wrote this poem late last year. It was something of an experiment for me, as it’s hexameter rather than my usual blank verse, and to me it still feels a little incomplete, but I eventually decided to post it as it stands. I suspect I wrote it in a morning after a dream, but I’m not at all sure.
As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions (perhaps of a real title for this poem?), questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you liked this poem, or you didn’t like it, or it made you think of something, or … please leave a comment to let me know.) If you liked this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems every Friday, or read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (starting with yesterday’s archive installment, since the full archive is by now, at well over a hundred poems, somewhat daunting); I’d especially like to know, as part of my preparations for a collection, which poems you think are my best. You may also share this poem with others, subject to my sharing policy.
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