Love's Poems: All that is slipping past us

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Friday, October 5, 2007

All that is slipping past us

All that is slipping past us (thinking about Tarkovsky's "Solaris" and you) As I open my mouth to speak to you I'm caught inside the terror Between your words where sound and meaning have been leached by an old man years ago Do you love me is all I needed to know then-- Even now I can't hear you... Sign in to see full entry.

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These are admittedly love poems that I have no other option than to send out to cyberspace--isn't that really what poetry is all about anyway? the need to connect that gets blocked either from within or without? Isn't that what we're all trying to do--connect with each other? What stops us? This is not analysis. This is the encounter of that torn space in the web. It is the sitting, you might say, with the way the world feels. I'm just convinved that it matters to say these things whether they are heard or not. What about Abelard and Eloisa? their love castrated, both of them in monastaries, they still were compelled to love and sometimes words have to take the place of hands and lips.

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