11/25/07He called me modernas though his hair greyed faster than mine. When sullen he would mutter Poe's last four lines in "Alone" under his breath, thinking me deaf for rhyme. But I who fell for his Yeats (when he was but shy in his boyhood, slipping love letters in my purse) would lead his conscious measuring lips to my breast -- where trails that curve and drawl whet his attention for my free undulating verse. * Note: Regarding the reference to W.B. Yeats, the following are some of his early love poems (from the 1899 collection, "The Wind Among the Reeds") which, I muse, would be in those love letters (er, pardon my swooning): "A Poet to His Beloved", "He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes", "He Remembers Forgotten Beauty", "He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty", and "He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven". As to Edgar Allan Poe's "Alone", here are its last four lines: From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. =======================
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