Thursday, February 14, 2008

A Valentine

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Peter said...

A VALENTINE

Love ruins us for love
ruins itself for us
it turns us against it

so we see who’s in charge
which must then plunge
as actual life dissolve

the rhythm of our blank
hearts so the blood

stipple of the rose runs
onto the ground the goat’s
throat lets go its little

ego to show us how
you kiss my lips
you speak in tongues.

William Keckler said...

Peter, this one is really a stunner!

You run in cycles...as do we all I guess.

The couplets were starting to get vitiated, but then you brought some Rilkean force welling up out of yesterday's...had that supernal feel....

And this one!

I love how you bring the ghost of Hopkins in right in the middle..."hearts so the blood/stipple of the rose runs/onto the ground the goat's/throat"...

Hopkins gave you a big creepy posthumous French kiss on that one...

Caveat Faber! Peter's back on his game!

:-)