Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea. —Henry Fielding

28 July 2012

Love Poem

My friend Michael shared this on tumblr a few weeks ago and I haven't been able to loosen its grip on me, so I thought I would (re)share it on here.

by Linda Pastan

I want to write you
a love poem as headlong
as our creek
after thaw
when we stand
on its dangerous
banks and watch it carry
with it every twig
every dry leaf and branch
in its path
every scruple
when we see it
so swollen
with runoff
that even as we watch
we must grab
each other
and step back
we must grab each
other or
get our shoes
soaked we must
grab each other


Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. I am trying to keep this head above water in whatever way possible. Soon.