Friday, 10 September 2010

• A Little Friday Loveliness

   

  End your week with a little bit of love... in the form of a gorgeous love poem.

  The River in Spate
  sweeps us both down its cold grey current.
  Grey now as your father was when I met you,
  I wake even now on that shore where once,
  sweat slick and still, we breathed together--
  in--soft rain gathering the level of the lake,
  out--bright mist rising from the lake at dawn.
  How long before we gave each other to sleep,
  to air--drawing mist up, exhaling the rain?
  Though we fight now for breath and weaken
  in the torrent's surge to the dark of its mouth,
  you are still asleep in my arms by its source,
  small waves lapping the gravel shore,
  and I am still awake and watching you,
  in wonder, without sadness, like a child.
  
  - Michael Donaghy, The River in Spate
  

  Poem as found in:
  

  Contemporary American poetry: a pocket anthology

  R. S.Gwynn - April Lindner - Pearson/Longman - 2005

  
   

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