poesis: SUDDEN COLDNESS

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SUDDEN COLDNESS
18 November 2006

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, not ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal -- yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou has t not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
- Keats


Chills coming from the spine after it was poked
crawled to the breathing carcass until it reached the hollow heart.
The heart became ice-frozen on the surface till it cracked;
the water gushed forth -- they were tears that dropped deep
down the bosom, after the mighty-head shattered into pieces.


Water gushing from the heart gave more chills, for it is
now mixed with the sad breath of a dead chimney.
Now there's but black and cold to fill the space of what
was once bright and warm. Flame and chilled water are both too
difficult to hold: one would be too hot, the other would be too cold.


There's nothing to look at and nothing to hold dear.
For everything that is sudden will all be gone and done.