One thing I like to do when I’m hanging out with the girls, is go antique shopping. One friend of mine goes in search of the understated crystal that’s hidden about in disguise except for her uncanny eye for detail…Me, I’m usually caught somewhere lost among the bookstalls, searching for that gem of a read that got away. I’ve collected quite a few keepsakes along the way too, including some authentic looking love letters of Emily Dickerson. (according to my untrained eye)
The gems I wanted to share with my readers today are portions of poems (because I’ve been thinking about writing love poems) by Walter Benton, a Russian Poet who lived most of his life in the United States. In the book “This Is My Beloved” the poems are written as Entries with the month and date as opposed to todays titled poetry entries. Here are some favorite passages that resonates with a recent re-connect & he’ll probably read this post and blush:) which leaves the reader tangled in a web of rich imagery and emotions (good? bad? indifferent?preplexed?) oh shucks, enjoy!
Entry November 12
I waited years today…one year for every hour, all day-though I knew you could not come till night, I waited… and nothing else in God’s hell meant anything.
Entry April 28
Because hate is legislated…written into the primer and testament, shot into blood and brain like vaccine or vitamins
Because our day is of time, of hours-and the clock- hand turns, closes the circle upon us: and black timeless night-sucks us in like quicksand, receives us totally- without a raincheck, or a parachute, a key to heaven or the last long look
I need love more than ever before…I need your love, I need love more than hope or money, wisdom or a drink…
Entry November 25
There are no stars tonight to get my bearing by. What time is it? What season? What year? The sky sags…bellies. The city gargles dust in the streets…AND
“I am lost on an Island somewhere between two rivers.
Blind buldings are all around me-
and the earth is covered with flat stones. And over me, the low dark roof-the harbor’s lifted morass and the belchings of many chimneys…
Although the book was written in 1943, it has been reprinted 29 times. My copy was published in 1963.
What about you guys? Have any great finds you’d like to share with clara54’s readers? Give it a go! (psst and you?) don’t go getting ideas:)