Summer of Love

Chapter 53: THE DEAD LOVER

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About This Book

A compact collection of lyrical poems that celebrates romantic devotion, natural imagery, and spiritual yearning, blending playful fairyland pieces, meditative prayers, and occasional urban portraits. The poet favors traditional verse forms such as villanelles and ballades and mixes classical and religious allusion with sensuous descriptions of gardens, moonlight, and birds. Short narrative ballads and elegiac tributes alternate with intimate love lyrics, producing a varied but unified mood of ardor, reverence, and pastoral charm.

THE DEAD LOVER

I tire of lovely faces free from pain

And free from sin;

Here none with lips wet with the crimson stain

May enter in.

One thing I lack, and lacking it, am dead—

A woman’s heart.

“She cannot enter here,” an angel said;

I will depart.

I have one prayer that I will make to God,

That I may stay

Where lies my body underneath the sod.

Then night and day

I shall be where my dear false love may pass;

It will be sweet

To hear above my head, upon the grass,

Her little feet.