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A Post-Elizabethan Madrigal  |
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Had you extended me
The slightest courtesy,
The merest recognition,
My cup would overflow
Instead of rolling loud-rimmed
Round the hard stone floor
As cold as, yes, that heart of ice
I cannot melt with warm embrace,
Leaving nothing there to show
Except my soul’s despondency
And spilled-out aspirations.
©2006 by Paul Hertelendy. The illustration is from IMSI'S Master Clips Collection, 1895 Francisco Blvd. E., San Rafael, CA, 94901-5506, USA. This column first posted March 20, 2006.
Poet Paul Hertelendy is also a critic with the San Francisco Bay Area arts website www.artssf.com. To visit his website, click here: PAUL
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