Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Recurrence (by TC)

Gianciotto découvre Paolo et Francesca
: Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres, 1819

Recurrence (April 1819)

She moves in next door, we huddle over
The doomed infatuated ones in Dante,
My blood over-heats, the world-wind blows,

She looks pale as Millamant the Sunday
We dine, and our fate is sealed; like a recurrence
Of fate dream, she moves in, we linger

Together over Dante, and when as not
Quite lovers we hurtle off into
The black light storm, I feel like I can't breathe;

By the end of April, wild desire's
Escaped the world, with its hundred eyes;
Ahead lies loving her, and the pale fever.

From Junkets on a Sad Planet: Scenes from the Life of John Keats by Tom Clark