tyro

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Her Gaze

Her gaze is fixed
on a thing of love
and I may admire
unobserved
her lovely face

may see it radiate
a soft glow of light!

And all those things
which I may neither
touch or know
broils within me...
Spirit distilled by soul

and at last
my love knows words,
both silent and whole.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: The Nederlands

Favorite Poets: William Butler Yates, Wallace Stevens, Giuseppe ungaretti, William Blake

Comments

raj

7 years 2 months ago

hi tyro

to me, in this poem the words flow in an ethereal matrix...

some wow lines for me in your poem are:

spirit distilled by soul..

and at last
my love knows words,
both silent and whole.

a pleasure read tyro...
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Simon

7 years 2 months ago

The way you have poured out your feelings just got me imaging how physically might look, nevertheless a male animal doesn't scrime for nothing there must be something biting him. I like it any way thanks.

Rula

7 years 2 months ago

Hello tyro

seems it's only me not to get the first stanza especially "fixed on a thing of love"

However I read with awe the line

"Spirit distilled by soul"
and the last closing couplet.

Enjoyed

tyro

7 years 2 months ago

Thank you raj

Thank you raj
this one happen to be a favorite of mine .
"the words flow in an ethereal matrix..." this is quite a compliment, and appreciated.

raj

7 years 2 months ago

That line tyro just spilled

That line tyro just spilled out of me after reading through your lovely poem and truly expresses my spontaneous reaction
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tyro

7 years 2 months ago

Thanks Simon,

Thanks Simon,
This one did come from my heart, and not my head.

tyro

7 years 2 months ago

Hello dear Rula,

Imagine your child is playing with a favorite toy, or something that is very dear; and is so engrossed in the activity they notice nothing else. But you setting across the room my observe the love flowing from his or her eyes. the subject of this poem is my lovely daughter.

raj

7 years 2 months ago

Butting in to say

that's why I love daughters who inspire poetry in such pure form...
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