Painting: The Lover's Seat: Shelley (1792-1822) and Mary Godwin in Old St. Pancras Churchyard, 1877
[William Powell Frith]
lyrics
A LOVER'S LAMENT
Rose quartz and fool's gold
on a chest of drawers of quilted maple.
Magazines are mineral oil-stained
and the lamp is burning low on the table.
A stoneware vase of dried hydrangea,
split with a sunbeam sharp as a railroad spike,
pins a letter from a love estranged,
though I can't decipher its tenor, quite.
Sing, and wound me: love's water I cannot ford.
Such things consume me (to be held, to be adored).
So well dressed, so alone--
even songbirds jilt me when it storms.
Sing, and wound me: love's salve I can't afford,
water I cannot ford...
Clutching at flotsam in the wake
of her leaving, man drifts
and dangles as from her lobe a gold earring:
adornment adored within fashion and reason,
misplaced or cast aside at the change of the season.
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