You Only Exist In My Poetry Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
You Only Exist In My Poetry
You only exist in my poetry:
From my thoughts, you unfold on pages
That can bear all misery
My heart reveals on weepy stages;
From your death, I bring your life:
In my world, —you are alive!
How could you forever to be gone,
When you're so alive here in my mind?
If the proof is your grave-stone,
Then at heart, —I must be blind;
For to me, you have never left:
I carry you daily in mine depth.
If destined was for us to part,
If God above has had his reason
To take your life too soon—to depart,
Comfort I shall find in seasons;
My tears are merging with the rain,
Till my end…till we shall meet again.
Outstanding poem Ms. Mihaela......left me speechless.................heartfelt.
Heart carries tender love of God and every thought is purely generated from him. In depth of mind carrying God is great of course. His presence supports us whole day. We shall attach mind in him continuously. This is an outstanding devotional poem...10
'Then at heart, I must be blind.' The blindness of the heart while following its own longings is brought out so brilliantly in the above lines. Outstanding work.
Mourning! ! On weepy stages. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I always write my comment and THEN read what others have written. And concerning YOU GO MY LOVE... several other readers reacted to the sensitivity and tenderness they found in the speaker's voice and acts. I did not see those things clearly, but I'm now persuaded by their view of the poem as displaying an act of love in the speaker releasing the other person... This poem fully expresses the theme others have approached or hinted and the title reveals it and revels in it. There is a rich vein of poetry over the ages which preserves the image of the beloved even though a love match did not last or wasn't even tried. What I found in the speaker's voice was strength and what I feel must be called moral courage because first she is not bitter and second she is exercising creative control of her emotions. Oh, these tender emotions. At what point in our vast history were emotions incorporated in our psyche? Adam and Eve didn't need emotions. Were they latent inside the first parents? Samuel R. Delany has a SF novel in which people can have their emotions severed - the pain they register has become more than some people can bear. WOW! A drastic solution, or surrender. Tennyson famously wrote, Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.