28 June 2005

Chagall, Lovers in the Moonlight.


            So take my hand and hold it,
            bend it gently to the light.

            Discover me, in a way that
            I do not know myself.

            Say what you will, about my
            health, fame and fortunes,

            but know that I will put a
            finger to your gentle lips,

            if on love, you try to speak
            of things I shouldn't know,

            like where you’re going to
            and how I'll stay behind,

            how our separate ways are
            written in these lines.
posted by Gilbert at Tuesday, June 28, 2005


Blogger Anonymous Poet said...

Wonderful simplicity. Sensuality and destiny all rolled into one.

Is this a new poem? Or another older one?

I can't believe it if it hasn't been accepted for publication somewhere.

June 28, 2005  
Blogger Anonymous Poet said...

Also, after finally figuring out how to do it, I have blogrolled your site at mine. Take care!

June 30, 2005  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

Heheh. Learned a new trick, eh. I remember teaching Floots about that too.

June 30, 2005  
Blogger floots said...

Love the new look!

July 01, 2005  
Blogger ahmad said...

subtle and nice.

August 15, 2005  

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