japonisme: G O L D

06 April 2008


Pale gold of the walls, gold

of the centers of daisies, yellow roses

pressing from a clear bowl. All day

we lay on the bed, my hand

stroking the deep

gold of your thighs and your back.

We slept and woke

entering the golden room together,

lay down in it breathing

quickly, then

slowly again,

caressing and dozing, your hand sleepily

touching my hair now.

We made in those days

tiny identical rooms inside our bodies

which the men who uncover our graves

will find in a thousand years,

shining and whole.

Donald Hall

From Old and New Poems by Donald Hall, published by Ticknor & Fields. Copyright © 1990 by Donald Hall.

(if you see an AW on the picture, i first discovered it here, and an rfl is from here. both are terrific blogs worth checking out.)

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Blogger Bobby D. said...

beautiful--and thank you for the links, also.

10 April, 2008 06:45  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

thank you so much, ched! and glad to be of service ;^)

10 April, 2008 10:04  
Blogger Diane Dehler said...

Just radiant.

11 April, 2008 00:10  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

thanks princess--have a lovely weekend

11 April, 2008 16:05  
Blogger Roxana said...

wonderful, I'm speechless...

11 April, 2008 16:07  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

no you're not! you're just speech-enough!

and thank you

11 April, 2008 16:13  

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