Poem For My Husband

I have atrocious penmanship.  On a good day, it is legible.  With many hours of practice, it can be beautiful-but that beauty is limited only to a small project-such as a short poem.  After I met my would-be husband, Kal, I thought of this poem and wrote it down on a flowery stationery note.  I kept it until our 10th year of marriage, but sadly, I don’t remember if I threw it out or if it was mixed in with some items that I gave to someone (the circumstances were not usual).

*I suppose it was Kal’s awkward syntax that first drew me to consider this poem as descriptive of my feelings toward him.

This poem is for my husband–as it fits my love and appreciation for him:

since feeling is first

 

 

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady (fella)  i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

 

 by e. e. cummings