Poezie

Form of Beauty

2 min lectură·6 mai 2010

Mediu

When I look at you my chest clenches for I see the past--

The endless past, paradoxically atemporal in its existence.

Indeed, to look on an erstwhile lover eternally would be a most Dantean punishment.

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As my fingers traced your divine architecture, I felt that I touched beauty incarnate.

But I may have idealized you as much as your beauty,

So much so that I may have been blind as Oedipus.

I saw you as the paragon of morality, pureness, piety,

You whose beauty complemented you so divinely.

Indeed, I called you the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,

For in you I saw a most sacred trinity of beauty--

The physical, intellectual, and spiritual,

Aligned in such harmony that God seemed not a distant truth.

Such is a judgment which now I am not inclined to revoke,

Yet I know not whether I was seeing you,

Or the form of beauty I imposed upon you,

That I wanted to see,

Did see,

Entirely believed.

I said I loved you.

But was my love catalyzed by my perception of beauty that I had discovered in you?

Did I love the idea of you more?

But what is love?

Laurencia says love is \"a desire for beauty.\"

I may have been in love with your beauty,

But you?

I know not.

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Billy Ryan. “Form of Beauty.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/billy-ryan/poezie/13939694/form-of-beauty

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