What's in it?

I heard your name the other day
Mentioned by someone in a casual way.
She said she thought that you were looking great.
A waiter passed by with a plate.
She reached out for a sandwich, and your name
Went back from where it came.

But like a serious owlet I stood there,
Staring in mid-air.
I frowned, then followed her around
To hear, just once more, that sirenic sound -
Those consonants, those vowels - what a fool!
I show more circumspection as a rule.

I love you more than I can say.
Try as I do, it hasn't gone away.
I hoped it would once, and I hope so still.
Someday, I'm sure, it will.
No glimpse, no news, no name will stir me then.
But when? But when?

by Vikram Seth

Comments (2)

nice and understandable
It is is it not a most remarkable thing, that when one of Hardies novels ran into controversy, he turned to poetry and gave us some of the best poetry of his time. I don't think he wrote another novel after that. But his novels portray Wessex as it was then and are most valuable in the history of Dorset. Daphne