[ One ]

August 4, 2012

I would fain die a dry death.
– Shakespeare, The Tempest

I am rude to you. You, who do not need
my poetry; you, who think of words as fools,
who pays no attention to my transcriptions—
who would be the sun, I am sure. We must
speak of our time together like old friends,
my friend. Let’s fill the boat with wine.
Come, take your bait and hook—as if we are
again about to swim in the same river.


3 Responses to “[ One ]”

  1. Why did this bring a smile on my face? I don’t know.. felt like a piece for me and the river made sense! 🙂

  2. extrasimile Says:

    Yes, John, that’s quite astute. I actually thought briefly of ‘The Two’. I’m not sure frankly if by ‘one’ I mean to signal unity or the start of something—or both.
    Let’s go with both.
    I seem to have awkwardness jangling in my head these days: I mean ‘—who would be the sun, I am sure.’ What could that possibly be doing there?

  3. John Stevens Says:

    This is lovely, Jim. It seems to be both melancholy and hopeful, or hovering between the two.
    The title is interesting. If you had called the poem [Two] instead, that would have been just as apt to my way of reading, but the choice suggests on which side of the emotional fence we are sitting.

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