The Visit

"young we loved each other and were ignorant" *


Your face is an old haunt of mine:
this well-worn path through once
enchanted wood is toured in ritual--
in love, it’s thought.
Stirring up the dust and brush
I offer my lips to yours for a moment
briefly, but in purest nostalgia
the meaning is not the same.

I take my leave with one last stroll
around your eyes:
they tell me you left the woods
years ago.






*from William Butler Yeats "Speech After Long Silence"

The Walrus:

I don't recall seeing you post here on emule before, so, welcome to the site.

Your poem is a succinct reminder of how sad it is when passion is displaced by familiarity in a loving relationship. The words, "this well-worn path through once enchanted wood is toured in ritual," set the mood perfectly. They provide a true sense of the isolation, regret, and resignation that the speaker feels.

Joe

This is a beautiful expression of reality. Although I agree with the viewpoint, it feels sad to read it out! I enjoyed the thoughts and imagery!

Nicely done, walrus. Coo coo cachoo.


Les