Competition Poetry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 11, 2018

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at Love

 

After Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

by Wallace Stevens

 

I

Among thousands of unknown souls,

The only thing heard

Was the dizzy rhythm of a heart.

 

II

The beautiful eyes cast off from the beautiful body.

The sole comprehensible piece of the problem.

 

III

A person and a person

Are one.

A person and a person and a decision

Are one.

 

IV

I do not know which I love most,

The passion of ecstasy  

Or the passion of comfort,

The sex

Or just after.

 

V

Tears filled the bloodshot eyes  

With malicious sonnets.

The vines of the bloodied flower  

Clinged to it, thorns buried.

The perfume

Looming underneath fingerprints  

An irreversible curse.

 

VI

O ye ignorant lovers of Aphrodite,

How does one taste sugar?

Do you not feel the acid on your tongue,

Trickling down, wishing

To coat your already burning heart?

 

VII

We know caring ones

And unspoken, ethereal conviction;

But I know, unaided,

That the knowledge of love is influential

In what we know.

 

VIII

When the last kiss goodbye was left,

It sketched the layout  

Of the eternal cycle.

 

IX

My body was of three emotions,

Like Neapolitan ice cream

In which three flavors taste delicious separately.

 

X

At the sudden feeling of love  

Gnawing at my intuition,

Even the peripheral shadows  

Would look heavenly.

 

XI

She rode the 3 train  

In unusual comfort.

Once, a stare dug into her,

But when pursued

The awkward realization  

Was never met.

 

XII

The snow is falling.

The lovers must be ecstatic.

 

XIII

It was booming in the silence.

It was perfect  

And it would become perfect.

This love was warm  

Within the wrapped arms.

 


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