When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Poem for Brigit's Day
Joining in the magic Oak is generating, I offer the following poem, one of my favorites by one of my favorite poets, imagist Amy Lowell, for Max and Nava: