Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The Room

The Room

for Maria Baranda

She assented so quickly
to undress you, you hoped
the person you seemed to be

would hold her, and be
loved, and turn to the wall,
blow out, as she requested,

the candle, to darken
all shapes in the room
and those within the window,

her darkness, eyes,
the light she felt then
blindly, it was something

gathered deeply, in you, as
simply your being and hers,
and a wellspring so insistent,

yet of the world apprehensive, when,
while she slept, the wall
paintings approached too near

and spread then
within you, as she
darkened, faded, and

your true life was
benighted, enormous, rare,
bathed in time, and ending

or not ending, when, at that
time, you lost her, being
your right, and that was awful.

She undressed to sleep,
reversed your life,
spared nothing,

it is now forever
all. She knows
it is gone, but you

insisted as you wept
and departed, no
longer empty, that here

by your remaining
when all’s attained,
a darkness comes

of the night rising
and final evenings
in the room.

-Paul Hoover

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At 6:38 PM, Blogger Apple said...

What would this poem tells us sir?
I'm new at writing poem so i kindly write some so direct "i walk, i talk etc" and i really meant it. This poem kinda deep, is it a dark poem, something sad?

At 6:42 PM, Blogger Paul Hoover said...

Yes, it's something sad. Have you ever had such an experience as sadness?

At 4:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

This poem astounded me,each nuance of feeling felt deeply, all about the smallest details which made this story larger than life.I adored it.


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