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Too Frail a Lute

By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 25, 2013

Too Frail a Lute

By Eva Willes Wangsgaard

If I could have you in my arms again,
I’d have no need of sun or moon or stars.
Such common lights are meant for lesser men,
And you and I would walk the luminous bars
Of everlasting morning. Should I wake
To feel again your shoulder firm and strong
Against my cheek, my heart would all but break –
Too frail a lute to bear so grand a song
If I could feel your kiss upon my throat
Or catch familiar love themes in my ear,
Bluebirds would sing and apple blossoms float
Above a hedge of roses all the year;
And grief would be a dull, discarded feather
Lying unruffled in the summer weather.

(1948)



3 Comments »

  1. I’m reminded of a poet’s lament that a poem is never done, just abandoned in despair.

    I like the sentiment, and Ms. Wangsgaard started strong, but ran aground when she got to “kiss upon my throat.”

    “Lips” makes the most sense, but there’s nothing that will fit two lines below, and rhyme. “Cheek”–you really don’t want those apple blossoms “reek”-ing. “Neck”–no rhyming word comes to mind.

    Maybe the singular “lip” would be best, and the apple blossoms could “slip” above that hedge of roses.

    Comment by Mark B. — July 25, 2013 @ 12:35 pm

  2. Mark B: Rhyme scheme issues aside, the image of that kiss (“upon my throat”) is quite dramatic, no? To me it conveys the pathos of the speaker. And it could mean different things, too. Still, kudos to you for being such a careful reader. I never would have noticed the rhyme issue. (Even a rhyming dictionary doesn’t help — Nothing rhymes with “float”!)

    Comment by David Y. — July 25, 2013 @ 2:16 pm

  3. Um…”goat”…”coat”…”stoat”…

    We could really have some fun here.

    Comment by Jeannine L. — July 25, 2013 @ 3:47 pm

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