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Posted by on Aug 3, 2015 in Love Poems, Sad Poetry | 0 comments

Poem: The Word-Catcher

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher

Swept off his tall hat to the Squire’s own daughter,

So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly

Singing around her head as she rode by.

Robert Graves

 

I long to have that young bird-catcher’s chance

To free my words in whirling, formless flight

Display their dazzling wings for your delight

And swoop them round your head in startling dance

Untrained, I fear my words would soon offend

So long I labour, never to persuade

Concerned far more what meanings were conveyed

To hide my love, and thus remain your friend

 

My heedless words sing more than I intend

Then yours like fiercer falcons swiftly fly

Their talons tipped with iron; their wings extend

With cruel claws they catch each soft reply

They tear my singing words like tender meat

And cast each bloodied carcass at my feet

 

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Emily Lock

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