Sehnsucht

R.A.D. Stainforth brings my words to life
with a rare smile...

A Dinner Table at Night, 1884, John Singer Sargent

I expect you,
with omnipresence;

the knowing of it
deepens the ache.

My name tastes intense
in your voice;

every syllable opens new,
like the first time.

We carry each other 
to a keen point of view,

a wild exchange

of generosity, 
on the sly.

tk/August 2012



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Those who love the most,
Do not talk of their love,
Francesca, Guinevere,
Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise,
In the fragrant gardens of heaven
Are silent, or speak if at all
Of fragile, inconsequent things.
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And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates
Fighting in somber pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
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Those Who Love, Sara Teasdale
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artwork: Flora Priestley by John Singer Sargent

WT's dad, Bill

~

We lovingly salute you, Dad, and all

the brave and honorable veterans who have

faithfully served our country.

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What I have I also give you.

The moon gives you light,

And the bugles and the drums give you music,

And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans,

My heart gives you love.

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from Dirge for Two Veterans
by Walt Whitman

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General Officers of the Great War, John Singer Sargent, 1922