De-sidere

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De-sidere De-sidere

Poem by: henryd1

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: henryd1

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Genre: Poetry

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I put the word "desire" into the online etymology dictionary and got the following: early 13c., from Old French desirrer (12c.) "wish, desire, long for," from Latin desiderare "long for, wish for; demand, expect," original sense perhaps "await what the stars will bring," from the phrase de sidere "from the stars," from sidus (genitive sideris) "heavenly body, star, constellation".

It seems to me that language, in its beauty, tells us the essence of things - in this case of "desire". And yet that essence only fully reveals itself in poetry, hence the following poem. Incidentally, the word "presence" in the last line should be understood as meaning both "presence" and "presents".

Summary

I put the word "desire" into the online etymology dictionary and got the following: early 13c., from Old French desirrer (12c.) "wish, desire, long for," from Latin desiderare "long for, wish for; demand, expect," original sense perhaps "await what the stars will bring," from the phrase de sidere "from the stars," from sidus (genitive sideris) "heavenly body, star, constellation".

It seems to me that language, in its beauty, tells us the essence of things - in this case of "desire". And yet that essence only fully reveals itself in poetry, hence the following poem. Incidentally, the word "presence" in the last line should be understood as meaning both "presence" and "presents".

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Submitted: March 09, 2014

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De-siderer

 

I read six words of prose today

That arose a strong desire

To write a poem in which they

Would say what it was: desire

 

For desire was their meaning;

And they said it so beautifully:

 “Await what the stars may bring”;

De-sidere, they said it so truthfully.

 

And that arose my desire.

Yet the stars brought nothing;

So, morose, I still desire,

Still I await… the presence of the stars.


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