Namrata Das Adhikary
Éphémère et éternelle
Of lust lost it's pride the day I touched her,
Mind seeking solace with the thoughts of what we're;
Memories contain the realm of Paradise
With you in my heart and a guilt like deice.
If there lives the immortal:
The Knights would bleed for you,
The Kings would seek for you,
With the power of the Almighty in my hand-
I would have you against every errand.
She loves me, truth which be might-
Hopeful were the eyes, they lit bright.
With a shiver under my skin, her rosy lips benign,
They brushed through my own, my thoughts didn't whine.
But under my mask there lay the brow:
Pretty discontent with what it were,
Since 'twas lust and my heart demur;
Awaiting your touch, with love raised higher-
Till we make love and rebuild our empire...
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
In the content, 'you' refers to his lost beloved, and 'her' refers to the his present partner. The lover places his doubt, that his present partner might be in love with him. But irrespective of that, he can't seem to do away with his feelings for the one he has always loved.
In the second line of the poem, the lover says 'we're' and not 'we were' since he still considers his beloved to be his only one.
Comments about this poem (Éphémère et éternelle by Namrata Das Adhikary )
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936)
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