The Poetry Of.
Kenneth Widmerpool...................
What You Might Do
Magic beauty please stop time
And not permit this distant summer
Melt into another silent winter
Whose discontents will once more overwhelm me.
Surely you could kiss this sun
As you will not kiss me
Surely you could hold this day
As you will not hold me
Close to your heart and over this pond forever.
You could convince the dragonflies to stay.
You could command the earth to linger.
You could sing summer songs to my obsession.
WICKED COOL
Two women who I've loved and lost
Or never had a chance for
Left lines that made the after- pain worthwhile.
One, asked if she could love me she said
"I think different things at different times."
The other, pleased by something I had done
Said "wicked cool."
As I say "wicked cool" now when I am deeply pleased.
Or of something of which I am unsure I say
"I think different things at different times."
How lovely it is to have those words
I hear their voices in my own
I see their smiles in mine.
I feel the way their hands felt in my hand.
WEATHER
Today the pond is frozen
As it was the summer day
She would not sing the sacred song.
Winter. Seasons, cycles, snows.
We understand what is outside of us.
But what is it inside that can chill
The heart on a summer day
That makes a heart not yours your obsession
Even when it is too cold to send a poem.
Can we love for the glory of loving
Which makes us large.
Without requirement or condition.
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