To be in love

Prayer Candles. Quiapo, Manila. August 2,2011. (Photo by: S.)

 

 To Be In Love (By Gwendolyn Brooks)

To be in love 
Is to touch with a lighter hand. 
In yourself you stretch, you are well. 
You look at things 
Through his eyes. 
A cardinal is red. 
A sky is blue. 
Suddenly you know he knows too. 
He is not there but 
You know you are tasting together 
The winter, or a light spring weather. 
His hand to take your hand is overmuch. 
Too much to bear. 
You cannot look in his eyes 
Because your pulse must not say 
What must not be said. 
When he 
Shuts a door- 
Is not there_ 
Your arms are water. 
And you are free 
With a ghastly freedom. 
You are the beautiful half 
Of a golden hurt. 
You remember and covet his mouth 
To touch, to whisper on. 
Oh when to declare 
Is certain Death! 
Oh when to apprize 
Is to mesmerize, 
To see fall down, the Column of Gold, 
Into the commonest ash.

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Loreen and I were at the mall earlier, and I chanced upon this poetry in a book that I bought in the Book Sale earlier. Pulitzer prize-winning Gwendolyn Brooks' work is a find for me today.

There's someone who wrote an analysis of this poem. i'm too sleepy to write my own as of now, so please, click on this link. 

"...You are the beautiful half of a golden hurt" as a line...is simply, gold. 

I love this poem.

 Me, being a book junkie. (I absolutely love smelling the stuff.)

Oh, and they sold this Kubler-Ross classic for only 45 pesos. yum.

Anyway, I'm sleepy.

Good night.

Love, 

S.