I watch the crazy
lady yelling at the desk
clerk; The couple fighting two
booths away; The paranoid
schizophrenic handling both
sides of the conversation; The
beggar demanding change;
and
the best of everything, that
I crave, that I prefer, that I gather
up and
take with me.
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly
As I could not when I was a young girl;
When weather stations, and ice-lollies,
Hot summer side-walks, forts and spaceships
Consumed our imaginations.
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly
Having listened always to its faint echo
When on the road or on the stage,
The needs of the family, tears and solitude,
Consumed my imagination.
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly
Since you brought me home to you
To lay down my tired heart and rest
In this household made out of friends of our youth
Which now consumes my imagination.
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly.
I believe
I know
First east, then it’s west,
It’s a fairly easy guess.
I’ll leave it to you.
Clearly, I’m not crazy about it. That much is certain.
This ends up as a
sequence which may or may not
continue onward.
Would you stand up? Would I? If one lived while others fell, wouldn’t it be better to have done what one could? Would it not have been better to have died if one had n0t?
This was from a dream last night.
A dream in summer,
But only one long sentence.
Diagram, someone?
I am not sure why, but I cannot resist doing that. Be warned: I hide these within paragraphs, unindented. Can you find them all?
i
All your spirits are low
and the tears are hot
on your checks
then I would do anything
in my power
to give you peace.
ij
If I could write today
if I could fool the Gods
as they sleep
into thinking that your voice
speaks through my hand
for one brief moment
to give you rest
to buy you time
then I would write today.
David Emeron: Sonnets 