PRIVATELY

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Privately, I think this, but publicly, I say that.

I hate them equally: the public dog, and the private cat.

I don’t love her publicly, I love her for myself.

I don’t love her for them, I won’t put her on the shelf.

Call off the wedding then, and let me have her alone.

Words will blab to the mob; she is my sweet moan.

I don’t love her privately, for that’s a public of one—

No matter how secret my vow, it will be seen by the sun.

I love her without comparison, without reason or challenge or trial,

I kiss her in a perfumed bed that goes underground for a mile.

Love was in the beginning, so love cannot be taught.

Leave us! Return! to the surface of the earth and thought.

 

 

 

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8 Comments

  1. May 16, 2018 at 12:09 am

    … and shout it from the rooftop.

  2. May 16, 2018 at 4:37 am

    Reblogged this on David Redpath and commented:
    Scarriet,not to be confused with Harriet,
    where ‘Modernism’ hits the Last Post …
    never again to be heard or seen

  3. May 16, 2018 at 6:58 am

    I love this poem both privately and publicly.

    • thomasbrady said,

      May 16, 2018 at 8:07 pm

      Thank you Bojana.

      I looked at your blog.

      Adrian Mitchell! How have I not heard of him?

      Tom

      • May 17, 2018 at 2:38 am

        Not many people have and he deserves so much attention. I dedicated whole April to him. I’m in love with the guy.

  4. thomasbrady said,

    May 16, 2018 at 7:38 pm

    David,

    I looked at Harriet just now. They sure like to talk over there. Talk talk talk talk talk.

    I hate to say anything negative, because everything just seems wonderful at Harriet, like a room full of excited, chattering children.

    Toilets! Duchamp! Ezra Pound! Readings! Publications! School! We’re so busy! Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk.

    Guest bloggers chatting away…

    Cool graphics…

    Links, tags…

    The headquarters of Poetry World!

    I think Harriet needs larger-than-life costumes of Pound, Whitman, Harriet Monroe, to welcome you, like Mickey and Donald…

    Thanks for re-blogging.

    Tom

  5. May 17, 2018 at 12:14 am

    You’re very welcome, Tom.
    Being a father of many,
    I say let the children play.
    There will be time for truth,
    beauty, and crime, another day.

    • noochinator said,

      May 17, 2018 at 9:32 am

      Carlos Santana heartily concurs!

      The live version is even better—srarts at 2:20 mark


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