Monday, July 31, 2006


This, from Epigrams, appeared in Lyric.

Although they only gum the piers,
when they have gummed sufficient years,
the waves will melt the wood away.
The shore was once out in the bay.
Remember when you loved me more
than we had time or language for?


C.M. Hall said...

The poem is wonderfully humble: letting plain old "melt" have so much of the drama seems right each time I read it. Also, it seems that the question in the last two lines causes a shiver that would not occur in any other form (song, paragraph, screenplay etc.) -- only poetry.

Lady_Naomi said...

That's more like it.