(elegy)
when it was winter love
i longed for the sweet smell of spring
i dreamed of when the days
would match the heat of you and i
and i knew that i could last
it never occurred to me
that you would not last
but death stalked the winter snows
my soul bears a splinter love
my lips crave the sweet taste of yours
my heart does not murmur love
it is cold it is gnarled and taut
i stare at the swirling of leaves
in the wind and i watch
while they wither and crisp and die
and i cry like a child
5/3/00
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[Notes -Jonathan]
First page, written in a neat hand, black ink. Stuart Hall Tech Select, spiral bound, five section, pocket notebook, 9-1/2 x 6-1/2 in.
The third word of the second stanza might be “hears” rather than “bears”, but this reading makes less sense.
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