The Lover’s Almanac 6 September – Temptation – Not to See Her – verse by Sully Prudhomme

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lover’s Almanac from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Is there someone you never see who you will always love?  Is there someone you long to see?  Rhett

The Lover’s Almanac

Dear Muse,

good news,
i dreamed you
two nights ago
hazy of course
but definitely
had an intimate feel
i was swept away

bad news, i dreamed
a new woman last night
that usually means
someone is comin’
that is the last thing i need

on this clear night
in the bright moonlight
a long walk in order
a promised view awaits

at the foot of a temple
commence climbin’ the steps
granite stairs, imposin’,
uniformly gray under
the nocturnal sky
vanish ahead

no turnin’ ’round
to disappear
in the depths beneath,
to fall with the dizzy
rapidity of a dream

black shadows stretch out beyond
lost now in the immensity
a deep silence reigns
a reverence steals over

a cool wind passes over
at the end of the terrace
the valley below resembles
a dark rent which the moonbeams
cannot fathom

a good place
as promised
to sit and contemplate
choices to be made
deliver me not into temptation…

© copyright 2017 mac tag/cowboy Coleridge all rights reserved

Never to see her
always to love her
Always to long
just to see her

© copyright 2012 mac tag/cowboy Coleridge all rights reserved

Sully_Prudhomme,_René-François-Armand,_BNF_GallicaOn this day in 1907, French poet Sully Prudhomme died in Châtenay-Malabry.  His first volume of poetry, Stances et Poemes (Stanzas and Poems) (1865), was well reviewed and established his reputation.  The volume was filled with fluent and melancholic verse inspired by an unhappy love affair.  Such as these, the Poems of the Day:

Le Vase brisé

Le vase où meurt cette verveine
D’un coup d’éventail fut fêlé ;
Le coup dut l’effleurer à peine :
Aucun bruit ne l’a révélé.

Mais la légère meurtrissure,
Mordant le cristal chaque jour,
D’une marche invisible et sûre,
En a fait lentement le tour.

Son eau fraîche a fui goutte à goutte,
Le suc des fleurs s’est épuisé ;
Personne encore ne s’en doute,
N’y touchez pas, il est brisé.

Souvent aussi la main qu’on aime,
Effleurant le cœur, le meurtrit ;
Puis le cœur se fend de lui-même,
La fleur de son amour périt ;

Toujours intact aux yeux du monde,
Il sent croître et pleurer tout bas
Sa blessure fine et profonde ;
Il est brisé, n’y touchez pas.

Never To See Or Hear Her

Never to see or hear her,
never to name her aloud,
but faithfully always to wait for her
and love her

To open my arms and, tired of waitin’,
to close them on nothin’,
but still always to stretch them out to her
and to love her

To only be able to stretch them out to her,
and then to be consumed in tears,
but always to shed these tears,
always to love her

Never to see or hear her,
never to name her aloud,
but with a love that grows ever more tender,
always to love her… Always

The Song of the Day is from the great Smokey Robinson“Just to See Her”.

Never to see her, always to love her.  Always to long, just to see her.

Mac Tag

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,

And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

Philip James Bailey

Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.Shakespeare

Your dying is my dying. In you I exist—to live or not.Euripides

All we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream ~ Edgar Allan Poe

The best thing to hold onto in life is each other. ~ Audrey Hepburn

She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;

But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

W.B. Yeats

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