Verse

[slipjig3]

I don't know why, but I feel compelled to post poetry today. The following has no relevance to my life right now, but I've been deeply in love with it for a long time:

Come Dance with Kitty Stobling

No, no, no, I know I was not important as I moved
Through the colorful country, I was but a single
Item in the picture, the namer not the beloved,
O tedious man with whom no gods commingle.
Beauty, who has described beauty? Once upon a time
I had a myth that was a lie but it served:
Trees walking across the crests of hills and my rhyme
Cavorting on mile-high stilts and the unnerved
Crowds looking up with terror in their rational faces.
O dance with Kitty Stobling I outrageously
Cried out-of-sense to them, while their timorous paces
Stumbled behind Jove's page boy paging me.
I had a very pleasant journey, thank you sincerely
For giving me my madness back, or nearly.

— Patrick Kavanagh

Comments

[adamchristopher.livejournal.com]

I love those last two lines.