Images, Poem by Richard Aldington - 1892-1962
Through the dark pine trunks Silver and yellow gleam the clouds And the sun; The sea is faint purple. My love, my love, I shall never reach you.
You are beautiful As a straight red fox-glove Among green plants; I stretched out my hand to caress you: It is blistered by the envious nettles.
I have spent hours this morning Seeking in the brook For a clear pebble To remind me of your eyes. And all the sleepless hours of night I think of you.
Your kisses are poignant, Ah! why must I leave you? Here above I scribble and re-scribble The words of a long-dead Greek Poet: “Love, thou art terrible, Ah, Love, thou are bitter-sweet!”