Beloved … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

BELOVED
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
from the 1980s

I have seen him lie so still
. . . dreaming on the dew-wet grass

and then again, curled like a wraith,
. . . like mist, across the sleeping river.

and once he danced,
. . . for pure springtime delight
. . . . . . in clouds of yellow butterflies
. . . . . . . . . around a silent desert bush.

and I have seen him warlike
. . . stride over this noonday hill —
. . . . . . homeward to greet me —
. . . . . . . . . sun flamed in his hair!

By night he makes that far-flung
. . . star-spun panorama of the sky
. . . . . . a velvet cloak to clothe him

and even now, in this one frozen instant
. . . — NOW —
. . . . . . he leans to whisper in my ear:

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . “Beloved . . . .”


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Except where otherwise noted, 2U3D by Alice B. Clagett is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License


 

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