I knew the tune
It was my song
Even before you came along
Yet only then did I perceive its meaning
This you I wished for
This desired Other of whom
I spoke so glowingly in poems
I never knew its name
When I lifted its arms up
I noticed tiny wings
That’s all I knew
The rest was Muselike
Anonymous this “you”
So I guess those poems
Were like phonecalls to the future
I think I had your number
Knew what I was looking for
Even before I found it
In the face directory
And luckiest of all
Your human substance
Was life’s loveliest
Far as I could see
As if I’d placed
Bones and skin
Together in a dream
You were put together that way
But I wouldn’t let it go to my head if I were you
The Muse Inspiring the Poet: Henry Rousseau, 1909 (Kunstmuseum Basel)
It was my song
Even before you came along
Yet only then did I perceive its meaning
This you I wished for
This desired Other of whom
I spoke so glowingly in poems
I never knew its name
When I lifted its arms up
I noticed tiny wings
That’s all I knew
The rest was Muselike
Anonymous this “you”
So I guess those poems
Were like phonecalls to the future
I think I had your number
Knew what I was looking for
Even before I found it
In the face directory
And luckiest of all
Your human substance
Was life’s loveliest
Far as I could see
As if I’d placed
Bones and skin
Together in a dream
You were put together that way
But I wouldn’t let it go to my head if I were you
The Muse Inspiring the Poet: Henry Rousseau, 1909 (Kunstmuseum Basel)
2 comments:
Beautiful! Phone calls to the future . . . I love that, and a the last line.
Thanks, Nin. Those are the best lines, esp. that last one, saves the day... that necessary (if you're me!) "come off it" moment.
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