[lit-ideas] Re: SUNDAY POEM

  • From: "Stan Spiegel" <writeforu2@xxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2006 13:38:27 -0500

Thank you for such a poignant piece, Mike. Happy New Year!

Stan Spiegel
in green Portland, Maine
this unusual December
  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Mike Geary 
  To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx 
  Sent: Sunday, December 31, 2006 11:05 AM
  Subject: [lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM


  I'm sitting here on this the last day of the year,
  lamenting like Borges the limitations of time,
  knowing there are doors that I'm 
  never going to open again
  ever in my life.

  The diminishment of my senses saddens,
  fences me in when most I want to wander
  wild among the sensual delights of being.

  Let Yeats celebrate the monuments
  of unageing intellect,
  let them who will reflect on God's holy fire,
  I only know the desire 
  to feel again the joy of your skin,
  the press of your lips and our tongues' touch.

  Clutch to your breast the things you love best,
  Knowing that the end begins at the beginning too.

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