Today, a ballad; tomorrow, a cinq-cinquaine.
Oh let us walk, then, you and I,
In smiles despite the rain
That comes like ancient floods to eyes
Unburdened but untrained.
And you will dance the maypoles all
And kick the leaves away
And wash the street like some strange Fall
From one primordial day--
"The world is ending! That I know
as much as I can tell
Can we not let our gardens grow
But mourn our fates as well?"
And I will shudder, wait, and sigh
As you come back to me
With lightness from the stormclouds' height
A trail behind your feet.
So let us walk, then, you and I,
If smiles do bring the rain.
(If worlds must pay our sins with lies
Give me my sin again!)
I am not sure about it. Perhaps it's letting the form carry you rather than having your poem carry the form... To be found.
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this reminds me of a Sarah Slean song, the style, and tone perhaps, my favorite lines are
ReplyDelete"Can we not let our gardens grow
But mourn our fates as well?"
I'm not sure about the last couplet, it feels slightly out of place? but other than that it's wonderful.