Today’s Throwback Thursday post consists of two poems I wrote in the winter of 2009. At that time, I wrote in a notebook every day and read three poems before going to bed every night. The result was I wrote lots of poems, most of which have never been read by anyone but me. Here are two of the ones I liked best.
The day has left with sighing
With golden sighs and flares;
The wind ‘cross fields is flying
And Moon’s bright pearl bears–
Bear upward, windy horses
Bear slow on unknown courses
This Lady, roused from sources
Existent without cares:
And with her, gently rising
My spirit also goes
From day so agonizing
To calm in night’s deep flows
I passed the hours, seeing
Through fog of my whole being;
But now the four winds, fleeing
Dispel my foggy throes:
Arise, my soul and lady
Now we are both alone
From places dreamed and shady
To rest on bed and throne
I know now: it was merely
Myself–I know it–merely;
I see the day more clearly
More brightly, now it’s done.
An empty chair now haunts this quiet room
Where floating curtains whisper through the gloom
Of an astringent tale that I well know;
The weak and lonely warmth of candles’ glow
Vermillion cloth in wrinkles does illume.
The wind outside the casement rants and fumes;
Within the memories rise in coil and plume,
And I sit gazing on the silent foe:
An empty chair.
Forever will its haunting tale consume
The mind and soul in breath of darkened brume;
And where the curtains billow to and fro,
There will I pen the words of this rondeau
And look upon a figure in the gloom:
An empty chair.