You Ask For A Poem

You ask for a poem;
I say I shall live
In the same world as you
As if two souls together

Could touch and follow
One another, the dark night
Gone, the morning here
Fast as Solomon
In decision,

An expression
Of fervour
Quick on the opened
Mouth of your

And I shall fasten
Your name to mine
So that pleasures

Fixed as addicts,
Warm as the supposition
Of a love whose voice
Is not a doom left untended
And black but a glory,
Bright and firm as any delight.
You ask for a poem;

I give you this.

John Cornwall

If you've any comments on this poem, John Cornwall would be pleased to hear from you.