Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Sonnet Based On A Line By Paul Claudel

O la joie d'être pleinement aimé ! 
ô le désir de s'ouvrir par le milieu comme un livre !
            —Paul Claudel

Open me in the middle like a book.
   No matter what the page, you’ll find your name.
Run your long fingers down where I once took
   A pen and drew a heart of ink and flame:
The one that burns in me and always writes
   In blood of you whenever it feels love
For all your inarticulate delights—
   Which I devour and never weary of.
It’s all and only lines and pretty phrases.
   Part fact, part fiction; but each word is true.
I like to think it comforts and amazes.
   It only lacks one positive review.
      For I’m what nothing on this earth can age:
      A book of love without a final page.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells

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