Water rushes, or is still
Falls unforced, finds its level.
Shimmers, streams .. Is here, flows on.
Forms change much, the essence nil.
Our love’s essence: Never gone.Drift ... watch her hair dishevel,
This rich, dark, silent cascade
Falls smoothly down her fair spine.
My lips drink deep and revel;
Fragrant, fresh ... this is my wine.Let us drink and be remade.
Drink deep of ourselves and love.
The taste’s of life, isn’t it?
Warm, cool, sharp, sweet ... every shade.
And savor’s mixed up in it.In us, of us, God above!
Who are we? Now a torrent,
And now a pool of stillness.
A mist, tempest, the depths of
The sea ... the heart ... all of this.And more .... make a space, a rent;
See! Love flows in, fills and heals,
A tide of joy, drowning fear,
Of love, source that is not spent,
Of light ... for clear light burns here.Beloved, all that lives and feels
Aids us now .. Shares our ecstasy
With us and within our souls
We aid all and all the seals
Of death dissolve. Love is whole.You ask what this might be.
Don’t ask Guiraut, he doesn’t know.
But soft, there’s his love, watch him go,
And now they kiss ... you see.
In the Canso style -- "A love song, usually addressed directly or indirectly to the woman (or man) who is the object of one’s passion." -- GvN
Guiraut is Gerhardt's "alter-ego", this is from a series of poems Gerhardt published in his second folio.
© 1984, Lawrence Hyink III
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