Light & Dragonflies: Nature Poems/Love Poems - 7. Out of the soul's safe palanquin

I have to confess, @AC Benus, that it had been so long since I had seen or heard the term "palanquin" that I had to look it up on dictionary dot com.

Fascinating.

Many emotions here.  An amazing piece.

How awesome the images seem to tumble over each other, like whitecaps on a lake. There are moonlit eyes and mouths, floating across silvered waters, sails set to take one into an endless dawn, while aboard ship instruments tune for dancing. This is a rich poem to add in this collection. Thank you! 

On 9/2/2023 at 3:54 PM, ReaderPaul said:

I have to confess, @AC Benus, that it had been so long since I had seen or heard the term "palanquin" that I had to look it up on dictionary dot com.

Fascinating.

Many emotions here.  An amazing piece.

Thanks, ReaderPaul. There is some pretty amazing poetry outside the traditions of English-language verse. I'm thinking one of the Spanish exile poets living in Mexico (perhaps Neruda, not Gay - or Cernuda, definitely out) said poetry in this language was "quaint" and "simple".

With the soaring heights of analogy the German Expressionist poets sought (and which had a huge influence on both Spanish-language and Italian poetry), you can see why they thought a lot of modern poetry in English was too tame.

Thanks again for your comments. They're always appreciated  

On 9/2/2023 at 7:09 PM, Parker Owens said:

How awesome the images seem to tumble over each other, like whitecaps on a lake. There are moonlit eyes and mouths, floating across silvered waters, sails set to take one into an endless dawn, while aboard ship instruments tune for dancing. This is a rich poem to add in this collection. Thank you! 

Hehe, and you can't omit morning-glory voice, and "da zerbricht ein Wort der Lippen Fessel" (a term slips the stocks of your chained lips) [which must be the love word] for vibrancy. Runge was a poet of the first calibre. 

When I was looking for his work, I encountered all the tribute poems other poets printed in his favorite magazine. The man was killed late in WW1, and it must have been a hard blow to think Runge would not be there to shape the future poetry each of these memorializers would write in later years. It was honestly, quite touching