Anguish and Passion
by Augustine Sam
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
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EDITOR’S CHOICE AWARD WINNER (1998)
National Library of Poetry, U.S.A.
Last night I saw
... an image of compulsive obsession
A marvel of life’s disarming weaponry
... so haunting, so credible, so utterly terrifying
I saw fire in her eyes … speaking volumes without a voice
From the warped precincts of my hermitage,
... I strained to hear
She said, reach … just reach
Out of the rank luxuriance of a liberated passion …
I think, jagged ironies
Me, a life-time away from virility …
... could this be love I am feeling?
About this callous reality, I make no fuss …
... but about passions and seductions, misplaced, I shall speak
And the woes of my amputated member, I shall tell
But who can understand …
... the anguish of an amputated mind?
* Published in the 1998 anthology: Sounds of Silence
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|Reviewed by A PAX
in a powerful way!
|Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz
|Deeply moving evocations of anguish of a most personal nature. Memorable...|
|Reviewed by Antonio
in your poem there is a wandering spirit full deep emotions, clear in delivery the complexity of human feeling
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|I just love those last two lines...good work here. Floria|