Art thou pale for weariness of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, wandering companionless among the stars that have a different birth, and ever changing, like a joyless eye that finds no object worth it's constancy? Thou chosen sister of the Spirit, that gazes on thee til in thee it pities. . . -Shelley (To The Moon)

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

How He Who

This is a poem I scrawled late at night, before sleeping. I was already dreaming, though, very tired and spent, too. It has been a summer of such half-thoughts, and free imagination, brought by high heat and simmering light. Mid-summer night's dreams continue now. . . in formless wonder....

Above is a Picasso, title unknown, and on the right a drawing by Cocteau I believe is called Virgin.

How I love who will not have me
How I have such life unhappy

If only mutual affection
were ours - it's enough.

He who rides my rolling current
(the movement he makes rakes planets)
never knowing where he goes
on which surface . . .
Pen to my page,

this I give commanded by
such troubled angels!

Who knows me?
Who desires me?
They aren't the same.


  1. It's lovely to come here and read this, Nicole. A poem of beautiful clarity, deep emotion and important topic. Illustrated as ever with reproductions of great paintings.

    I came here the other day, didn't have the time to comment. Now when I return I seem to think you have improved it with some edits. Please tell me, have you? Or is it me.

    I've probably said this before but I wish you could post more often.

  2. Thank you, Vincent.
    Hmm, no I did not make any edits myself, but sometimes the computer glitches?
    I wish that I could post more often, but I am also a songwriter and musician, so my artistic energy gets spread around. Late-spring to mid-fall I perform shows, but not during our Canadian winters; I dislike driving in snow, so I post more writing during those months.
    If you like, you can hear some of my music here:

    I do love to blog, so I use my best judgment when posting my poems and the corresponding (in my opinion) artwork. That doesn't always leave me with much work to post. I have thought about beginning a second blog for other writings, that I don't feel "fit" this one.