diary entry: page 47
You, My Love... a diary in verse
13 January 1966
Sembach, Germany
You are into me
like flame and fire
as no other desire could
know such gentle fury.
Enraged,
my love with cotton fists
pounds
to break my walls and will
to bring me down
to loving you,
thinking you
breathing, wanting, and dreaming you
... like an undefined thirst
incalculably uncontrolled,
or passion spent in seeking
a wild
and wondrous rose.
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Reviewed by Toby Russell
Reviewed on September 11, 2008
Hi Rick,
I've read this a few times now and am most impressed with the shape of it, the way you use line breaks and spaces to enhance its impact. It is an elegant poem but has one weakness to my mind: why is the object of your love suddenly "Enraged?". I can't figure that part out, except that rage is passionate, and the poem is about passion. I am left to assume something you were doing was a source of frustration, as is often with case with men and their refusal to love unconditionally and courageously, but deduce this from my own experience and not from any of the poem's actual content.
Peace
Toby
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I've read this a few times now and am most impressed with the shape of it, the way you use line breaks and spaces to enhance its impact. It is an elegant poem but has one weakness to my mind: why is the object of your love suddenly "Enraged?". I can't figure that part out, except that rage is passionate, and the poem is about passion. I am left to assume something you were doing was a source of frustration, as is often with case with men and their refusal to love unconditionally and courageously, but deduce this from my own experience and not from any of the poem's actual content.
Peace
Toby
with your diary in verse. -gene.