Felt like a judgment
Ireland always feels romantic, doesn’t it? I’m jealous.
every now and then it returns
universe laughing at its ache
heart pulses like it will explode
so much love there it overflows
can it just let me forget you
a little peace without strange tears
your name mentioned by chance
stumbling across what you love
so the waterfall rushes over
acceptance it may be a lifetime
universe does not allow me to forget
does the heart pull haunt you too?
(c) Amanda Wilson 2013
Valentine in the air
Oh! How love doth bay,
As moonlight strums the dawns ray,
In glory he doth glide,
The mackerel chased skies;
Winged feet in stride,
He flies, he flies
In mist we’ll sift:
To loves harmonic rift.
With the angels and the euphoric euphonic:
The prelude to throbbing love: their dower.
Indomitable spirits affray in the mating winds:
A force not to rescind,
Radiant in the shafts of heavens’ hues
They blaze and bask in divine dues
Engraved fates adorn heavens gates:
Ordained by God: a fixed mandate
Lips that lock in bliss:
Oh! Taste that immortal kiss!
Mealed vapours in tryst;
Seamless souls ride the erotic wave:
Tempestuous horizons, they brave
Extract from poem ‘Oh how love doth bay’ By Liza M Jones
Music in the air and in my heart, right now.
Elizabeth Bishop was one of the most celebrated American poets of the nineteenth century. Her work evidenced a keen eye for striking images, great verbal fluidity and rhythm, and a wit which lodges in the memory.
While poet peers such as John Berryman and Robert Lowell drew heavily upon their personal lives, Bishop, unwilling to become the ‘feminist poet’ or ‘lesbian poet’, steered clear of the fashionable autobiographical approach, and created a singularly artful universe through her poetry, whilst giving no less of herself to her work.
Bishop was, in addition, a highly talented painter. Her colourful, evocative visual art, while displaying a similar attention to detail and delicate-craft, stands distinct to her poetry, yet complements it in interesting ways. Below is a selection of Bishop’s poems and paintings, intended to serve as an introduction to this most affirming artist.
I Am in Need of Music
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This is really nice….
If you can promise,
Never more I will
See your face.
Even in my minds eye.
Or hear your voice.
In whispered memory.
That you will unravel
Yourself from all
Signs that point
To your way.
Making a deal with the
Wind to blow till
Then, and only, will
I grant you a