You are so beautiful it's ridiculous * I try to keep my brain offa melting upon your beautiful eyelashes * your pouting mouth * who would not cry & right now my eyes are closing I wish I * dot dot dot - so anyway I am watching you read a newspaper * your profile is lovely * glimpses of your lovely nose * your hair falls back in waves * Oh your mouth angelic, I remember touching you. I remember your teeth the scent of your mouth Oh - you are so lovely, your head inclines, your fingers tread the news papers, you recline your lithe and lovely form among the other things of earth and I perhaps awaking from dream, smile at the sweet chance of this, for life and its beauty to find me, as it likes to, to demonstrate its symmetry of joy and give me smiles when I least expect it 2 Beholding you I am afraid Hearing your melodious voice I tremble When you sigh I cast my glance downward Before your great beauty I become small * There are so many voices here, so many sounds I want to go to sleep when I look at your face There are so many lights, streaking When I look at your face, I become small * I am drowsy in your excellence How your youthful sigh sings grace Dark and twisted this way and that The wind whispers your name * The sky proclaims your beauty As do the birds the trees and the hills I walk their footpaths to find you Brilliant flower among the moss * Being satisfied by the performance of your beauty, when you bend, or when you walk, surely your ancestors smile * Beholding you I am afraid My tongue goes numb My limbs freeze Beholding you, I become small 3 O glorious girl vine Climbing my thought like a creeper Among crumbling stone wall Lashed by the wind and rain Twisting, turning and twisting again Sticky with fruit, tangled to tree root Silent and beautiful beneath the moon O glorious girl song Northerner among southrons Odd one out, always made separate By your beauty. You are like a Fabulous city whose streets are paved In pearl and whose towers are of jade. O gleaming ruby! O sparklet of raw joy! Come speak your poetry When out your mouth Tumble red roses And your tongue, miraculously Untouched by the thorns, Touches teeth to speak The name. 4 Lovely lyric woman bruised with grace You who have suffered the blows of love Love like the lash of many whips Love like the brutal cry in the dark Lovely lyric girl opening like the Many petaled lotus to my voice! The poet thanks you. The poet heals Your wounds. With the tongue, The poet mends your broken pieces. With the poem, the poet finds you; Even when hidden. The poem celebrates love. 5 I tore a page outta your book * Said too much you know, you'd know I was a freak So when she wasn't looking, and before the walls caved in * All around me rumors Swirling like snow flakes * Cold for smoke breaks * dreams as luscious graves all of chocolate earth and yearless * So that there is no Our Lord * And senseless and beautiful you wash up on my shores * Excited and running to the village Proclaiming grace and what I've found * So sad to see it secret * The same story Silent and doomed like the wind * I placed the leaf in another hardcover And between the pages it could stay full of light, like a beacon for ships Who had long ago sailed and found no berth * Or like a guitar, masterful And speaking in Tongues * The poem was probably easily overlookt I kept telling myself that certain things are worth it, others aren't So you came to me again, in a dream, ancient and vast and proud And dark and full of waves and the living things of hope STANLEY GEMMELL POEM COMPLETED (Upon A Stage Before No Audience) March 29, 2010
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