The Lovers’ Chronicle 10 May – remember – birth of Benito Pérez Galdós

The Lovers’ Chronicle 10 May – remember – birth of Benito Pérez Galdós – art by Léon Bakst

10 May 2023 By Rhett 0 In Love, Poems

Dear Zazie, Today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse. Visit us on Twitter @cowboycoleridge. Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

all of this

written as a way

of understandin’

guidin’, quotin’,

verse, ours and others,

aloud, whispered, muttered

and what has been found, holdin’

how you feel, how you look

somethin’

you just knew

had been waitin’

cannot have come this far

and not be overcome

with gratitude

the mornin’

we can return to

remember when

it all started

born of somethin’

urgent, not to be

denied, nor withheld

el verdadero amor

somethin’

you just know

out there waitin’

i remember

when our lips would touch,

and our fingers clutched

as we moved together

the struggle is real y’all

light the candles
and climb into
this cold bed

read a few pages from
The Living and the Dead,
before fatigue overtakes

blow out the candles
and drift, considerin’
what was said and put aside
how you replied, how you looked

write of light for the way
guidin’ where i stumble
quotin’, for understandin’,
verse, ours and others,
aloud, whispered, muttered…

how can we hear and be not moved
sit silent at what was bequeathed
what these can only memorize

remember…
becomin’ aware
of the possibility
of the search

that was it
to be onto somethin’
and without
was to be in despair

but the searches
always ended
in despair

the search is tricky
it likes to show you
takin’ up with “the one”,
sets about provin’
to everyone
what a nice person you are,
and settles you down
with a vengeance

then it wakes you up one day
and you are so sunk
in everydayness
that you might
just as well be dead

lookin’ at the mountains
the sun above the ridges
the shadows comin’ on
and there close behind
the mornin’
you could never
go back to

never learned,
always known
remember when…
movin’ together
born of somethin’
urgent, not to be
denied, nor understood
the rest is invention

never learned,
always known
el verdadero amor
somethin’ you just knew
was out there waitin’…
the rest is desperation

i remember when your lips
would touch mine,
and our fingers clutched
and we moved together

langourously

if only time could be turned back

Today is the birthday of Benito Pérez Galdós (Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Canary Islands, Spain; May 10, 1843 – January 4, 1920 Madrid); realist novelist. In my opinion, second only to Cervantes in stature as a Spanish novelist. He was the leading literary figure in 19th century Spain. He remains popular in Spain, and it is considered an equal to Dickens, Balzac and Tolstoy.

El amor es un arte que nunca se aprende y siempre se sabe. (Love is an art that will never learn and always know.)

El verdadero amor, el sólido y durable, nace del trato; lo demás es invención de los poetas, de los músicos y demás gente holgazana. (True love, solid and durable, is born of treatment; the rest is invention by poets, musicians and other lazy people.)

Today is the birthday of Léon Bakst (Lev (Leib) Samoilovich Rosenberg, Grodno (Belarus) 10 May 1866 – 28 December 1924 Rueil Malmaison, near Paris); painter and scene and costume designer. He was a member of the Sergei Diaghilev circle and the Ballets Russes, for which he designed exotic, richly coloured sets and costumes.

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