1 Minute with The Bald-Headed Poet

To Be In Love - Gwendolyn Brooks

Sharie Monique Season 2 Episode 91

To Be In Love, By Gwendolyn Brooks

To be in love 
 Is to touch with a lighter hand. 
 In yourself you stretch, you are well. 
 You look at things 
 Through his eyes. 
 A cardinal is red. 
 A sky is blue. 
 Suddenly you know he knows too. 
 He is not there but 
 You know you are tasting together 
 The winter, or a light spring weather. 
 His hand to take your hand is overmuch. 
 Too much to bear. 
 You cannot look in his eyes 
 Because your pulse must not say 
 What must not be said. 
 When he 
 Shuts a door- 
 Is not there_ 
 Your arms are water. 
 And you are free 
 With a ghastly freedom. 
 You are the beautiful half 
 Of a golden hurt. 
 You remember and covet his mouth 
 To touch, to whisper on. 
 Oh when to declare 
 Is certain Death! 
 Oh when to apprize 
 Is to mesmerize, 
 To see fall down, the Column of Gold, 
 Into the commonest ash. 

 

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-Poetry Beast

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You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.


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