a moment of love

Had the Rose
a reach for greater beauty
or had a dream sought a greater vessel
than the ship of the spirit
in dark and passing night
they  would occasion
a rush of vanity
and sins of excess.

In the eyes of lover,
beyond the fires of passion
and the moon-sparkled web
of yesterdays weaving into tomorrow,
there is only selfish lust
of an invisible man,

as when shadows pretend life
and the sun soaks into artifice.

Time is a test of many things
but it cannot contain
the value of a moment of love
nor its boundless spark of hope.

so little left unsaid

I write spare lines
for it is about love; I have spent
my words on the other side of man
when he acts the role of beast
I have worn my eyes with sights
that will not forget me- nor relieve my wish
they never were

I have refused to cover my ears
when the howling winds drove through
all creation, to barely imitate
the quake of the spirit
when there is nothing to save--no place to stand
and the rock gives up its pretense

I write spare lines
for it is larger within
than the scope of everything
that was done wrong,  for it is love
spare and lean, so little left unsaid;
as only the purpose of life
can be, and  it need fill nothing more
than an eternity.

Author Notes

Inspired by:

Love Song

~BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

Fragmento Numero 103

“O amor é simplesmente a pele do conhecimento…”
como se a pele tem uma voz para falar ao coração
eo coração tem uma maneira de ouvir
uma doce canção sem som, sobe
como o calor-- eo amor
é simplesmente a chama da vida
o fogo dentro... sussurros da alma do sol


love is simply knowledge possessed only by the skin
it was as if the skin had a voice that spoke to the heart
and the heart had a way to hear it
a sweet song without sound,
rises like heat—and love
is simply the flame of life
the fire within—whispers from the soul of the Sun.