Deep is the song that echoes on a winter night

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Inspired by the poem “and the days are not full enough,” by Ezra Pound 

If ever the sky above is grey, and memory
along with wisteria
compels our understanding, then
it must be December.

Hardly 
do I await the rising sun
hardly
do I remember
the last time 
my heart had sung
when daily chores finish
and a welcoming
fire begins to burn,
what good is time 
that trembles at mere arrival of dusk?

At first you coalesce with guile 
plunging my soul
with yours 
deep into the abyss of lawlessness
and lust
if only I could persuade you
to catch hold 
of inner light,
of each moment
as it tiptoes around us
and flies–
You
with your bowl of perjury and 
world of lies, 
what good is time
when lips are sautéed with long despair?

And the days are not full enough
nor 
nights sufficient, beloved
mine
yet I sought to hear the voice of conscience
knowing
outside it’s dark and the snow

is falling. 

 

Photo credits: Annie Spratt, Unsplash

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50 thoughts on “Deep is the song that echoes on a winter night

  1. Kerry says:

    Wow!
    You
    with your bowl of perjury and
    world of lies,
    what good is time

    Such a quintessential question. I love the final stanza, and the poem as a whole.. Great piece of writing.

  2. Kim M. Russell says:

    Your title has given me an idea for a new poem – thank you Sanaa! I love the way your poem starts with memory and wisteria, which always triggers memories for me. I especially love the question:
    ‘what good is time
    that trembles at mere arrival of dusk?’
    I also love the lines:
    ‘if only I could persuade you
    to catch hold of inner light’;
    ‘what good is time
    when lips are sautéed with long despair’
    and
    the way the poem ends with
    ‘outside it’s dark and the snow
    is falling’
    a real tinge of sadness.

  3. gillena says:

    “lips are sautéed with long despair?”
    OMG! You have outdone your bad poet self with this image Sanaa

    Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

    Much🖤love

  4. Wendy Bourke says:

    Another brilliant poem, Sanaa.

    ‘if only I could persuade you
    to catch hold of inner light,’

    what a stunning and insightful line. If only wishing made it so. But that, of course, is the agony of loving someone, who does not love themselves enough ‘to catch hold of inner light’.

  5. Old Egg says:

    How is it so many poems about love are sad? Love can hurt so much can’t it? I that noticed particularly in the line: “when lips are sautéed with long despair?”. Yes, I have to agree this is a brilliant poem Sanaa.

  6. HA says:

    Ah, it’s so wonderfully rendered — I am wondering over these metaphors and how they create and craft personalities — this is like undoing a love poem and doing it in a fresh way. First, I loved the beginning with the grey sky and wisteria, setting the stage for this song of melancholy, almost like a prayer or exhortation.
    These lines made me take a pause because this is the kind of thing that hurts so much: “At first you coalesce with guile/plunging my soul/with yours /deep into the abyss of lawlessness/and lust”.

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