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Bkii:V Be Patient

She’s not ready to bear a yoke on her bowed
neck yet, she’s not yet equal to the duty
of coupling, or bearing the heavy
weight of a charging bull in the mating act.

The thoughts of your heifer are on green pastures,
on easing her burning heat in the river,
and sporting with the eager calves
in the depths of moist willow plantations.

Forget this passion of yours for the unripe
grape: autumn, the season of many-colours,
will soon be dyeing bluish clusters
a darker purple, on the vine, for you.

Soon she’ll pursue you, since fierce time rushes on
and will add to her the years it takes from you,
soon Lalage herself will be eager
to search you out as a husband, Lalage,

beloved as shy Pholoë was not, nor your
Chloris, with shoulders gleaming white, like a clear
moon shining over a midnight sea,
nor Cnidian Gyges, that lovely boy,

whom you could inser in a choir of girls,
and the wisest of strangers would fail to tell
the difference, with him hidden behind
his flowing hair, and ambiguous looks.

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Max - destruction is often the beginning of a transition period. At the time, though, we hang on to what is killing us because it is a known, and more comfortable than the unknown. Sometimes the best surprises come in the most difficult package to open. But - remember the pendulum swings - for every up there will be a down coming. Live life to the fullest every day, because it may be gone tomorrow. This is a poem of universal awareness, one we can all identify with. Good job - your insight is amazing. Linda
Ya know, when Bush said he was sending water, food, and blankets, I really wanted to slap him. Yeah, food and water, but it's 105 degrees in the shade! What the hell are the blankets for? Poor God gets blamed for everything. But it wasn't God who built the city below sea-level, and it wasn't God who created pesticides, carbon monoxide, or any of the millions of other great things poisoning our waters, melting the ice caps, and warming the waters that feeds storms such as these. Sorry, I shouldn't be commenting on other's comments. About the poem... :) I liked the way you compared your own personal trauma to a hurricane. I did the same thing some time ago. it's a great analogy. Good work, as always, Max.
I commend anyone who can write about what's going on in our country at the moment. I for one haven't been able to write about it, I guess I wouldn't be able to do it justice..so kudos for you for doing it, and doing it well..
Max, this is a good poem...and not a 'knee-jerk' poem as some would say. And all we can do as poets is write and pray...and perhaps send money if we can. Somehow, as poets, we do know how it is inside the Astrodome or along those lonely freeways where people await help that doesn't come. How do we know? We just do, and our pain goes into words. Thanks. Mine is 'The Mardi Gras Streets'. Check it out. Raynette
Very moving poem Max. I am so saddened by what's going on in the world, it just seems it's gone crazy. The worst part is when the enemy your being attacked by is Mother Nature....you can't fight her. You have a great way of expressing your sympathy. Sincerely, Mary
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