TO SEE HER AGAIN*

TO SEE HER AGAIN* [February 2014]




And never, never more to see her form,
Not even a glimpse of her,
Not in the nights filled with trembling stars,
Or at noon when the bright light
Feeds and graces every living thing,
How do I believe that I may never see her again?


Never, never, again, to witness her walking,
Her walking with me on the hard, fast dirt of the bridle path,
Along the river, underneath the shadow of trees,
Her leaping up over the embankment
Then hastening away upon
The white-washed stones of the causeway,
How now might I accept that I may never see her again?


I wonder if she remembers the bridge, the one
Topping the low-rise concrete dam there at New Hope?
I told her as we looked to the river below
That nothing had sufficient strength,
That no material exists to control the overflow,
Is there nothing to contain my flood of feelings for her?


How else might I relate my mood?
Ask the pertinent question?


Never, never, again, to eye her fleshly presence,
Entangled, standing in the tresses of the forest,
Or stooped, gathering strawberries, picking them
One by one from the plants, her, the image of her,
Her out between the raised earth rows
And the troughs in the field of the farm garden,
That now and forever such visions are no more,
How am I ever to conclude so terrible a destiny?


And here at home I walk the big-city sidewalks,
Remain alone while the night, the late hours envelop me.
My cries echo, repeat my anguish.


Through the empty parking lots and off the brick walls,
Against building after building,
My voice carries, yet seemingly I am not heard,
Though occasionally some one person may look,
Shake a head from side to side at my sorry spectacle,
Most people hurry past, eyes down, as if I do not exist,
But what about the reality of my situation?


Over and over, I hear myself implore her to return to me.


Should I not, and is it not better to forget her?


Oh, no! To see her again,
It does not matter when
Not important, makes no difference, where,
If today should I glimpse her in the heavens,
Were I to tilt my head upwards and behold
Her smile, her eyes upon me, watch again her wonderful walk,
Up there before me configured within a magic wisp of cloud,
Moving, wheeling along against a deep, blue patch of sky,


Mercy grant my wish!


Or perhaps tomorrow I chance a vision.
Imagine a ship going down, and all its glory sinks,
Down, down into the Sailors’ Locker,
Would it be possible that she still surfaces,
That I have sight of her, no matter what all else disappears,
She rises above a whirlpool force,
I see her again over a watery vortex, yes,
She above a swirling ocean power, unsinkable,
Albeit sun has set,
And moon's light is the scene's sole illuminate?


Oh, no! To see her again, and to view her in the moment
When the volcano opens
And I am on the edge before the lurid, red hell-mouth,
And witness its demons’ roaring spew of steam and ash,
Yet even though such terror-instant befalls me,
I do not flinch. I am steadfast.
I have no fear of misadventure.
I look into the conflagration.
I do not plug my ears, I listen,
And from within earth’s deep, far-away core,
Amidst the Hurley burly of all the explosions,
Within the lightning claps and clamor,
The mad noise of boulders being thrown,
I hear it! I hear her name, Etta, Etta!
I see her face and lovely shape,
She, she dances above the fires!


Yes, I admit her deviltry besets me.


And to be with her in all the spring times,
And in all the winters,
Entwined in paroxysm of mighty-muscle clench,
While I suck up the blood from her neck,
And spot her flesh all over,
Make it black and blue with the power of my caresses,
Should I ever hold her in my arms,

Might Hope let me see her again.

*After Gabriela Mistral's Love Poem -- The Chilean and Noble Prize for Literature, poet, Gabriela Mistral had entitled her poem, "Volverlo a Ver," or, "To See Him Again." I do not hope to translate her great verse. Rather its spirit was the inspiration for my own.

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I sing tonight.  It's the ol' Babalu.
Though tired and drawn, I am called.

I hear the knock at the door.

The prophecy takes hold.
The school lessons progress.
The command of language strengthens.
The student seems eager.
Dimension gains hold.
Dreams of tomorrow grow.
Wishes come true.
New life looms on the horizon.
Fantasy becomes reality.
The promises burgeon.
There is pregnancy of parts;
Ocean of delight lies before us!

Hello! Darling, hello!

“Kiss me once, kiss me twice.
Then kiss me once again.”
I want your lips on mine.

“It's been a long, long time.” 

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Heart’s Journey

Do you trust me?

Do you have a single doubt,

I love you? Do I forsake you,

Or fail to keep my word?

I feel within me,

Light has dispelled darkness.

My conscience is clear.

For a thousand different reasons,

And just one, I love you most of all,

I love you, because you’re you.

I sing like Elvis, but I am here,

God lets me live, I sing the song.

I love you the way you are, dear.

I have no rhyme or reason.

No matter what they say about me,

Most of all I love you,

I love you, because you’re you.

But what else am I to do?

I fear that each and every others’ face 

Remain now and forever in second place.

I recognize an awful truth.
I am no good to anyone;
Not good for anyone,
Once I fell for you.

On our first date,

It rained the entire day.

We drove Jersey’s back roads and highways.

We talked business.

We praised the special light,

That warm and golden illumination

And thanked the heavens, for as it seemed,

For the Grace that befell us.

Though we are separated now,

You have my love. I adore you.

You might send a Private Eye

To track my days and nights,

You might send a troop,

Special Forces to search and seek

Any rugged terrain where I might hide,

Give them night vision goggles

So to visit every nook,

Every recess of my soul,

And all they will find, my love,

They will only find, only, my love for you.