Friday, May 01, 2009

Poem: A Lover's Recourse (unknowable)

inconnaissable / unknowable

You look into a stone and see its early fire.
You look into a fire and all you see is fire.

The issue, that we saw each other only twice,
is I have no more hands to thrust into the fire.

Time is a river. That is if you are a fish.
If you are a sunflower, time is a fire.

We do not ever know what the gods want of us.
Perhaps that is why we compare them to a fire.

A charred library is sadder than a pile of ash.
A body catches but it does not cage a fire.

Saying it makes no difference to the universe.
but when did saying anything else stop a fire?

Sick of analogies, you want to know the thing.
What are you, Love, when you are not a fire?

3 comments:

jaxx said...

that opening line is absolutely brilliant, jee. i read it on twitter and had to come over to see the rest of the poem. thank you.

Nemo said...

Stunning, Jee.

Jee Leong Koh said...

Thanks, Jackie and Nemo. I'm glad you like the poem.