Deborah Boydston Deborah Boydston
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This last stanza is so beautiful in that it speaks volumes about forgiveness (at least to me) and in that it is not only given but waited for. What a romantic and brave attitude that love is so freely felt that it would be waited on and the past hurts and grievances would be put aside for such a great love. Beautiful sentiment.

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THE BATTLE OF LOVE AND PRIDE


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The exaggerated show of defiance
That you possess, is certain to
Bring the curtains down on the conscience
Of one so marred by the pestilence
Of overwrought fairs and superfluous to-dos.
Grace, you do possess, but its echoes
Find way in the midst of the
Deepest scorn and contempt. For the throes
Of longing and quiet consummation
Leave your facade in the wake
Of your overweening pride.
But there is this thing inside me
That helps to set things at ease.
For, between the barren fields of contempt
And the fastidious sense of self-pride,
There will be a storm that does not cease:
And, betwixt the gloomy aura of
A morning laid to rest amid
The callous aspersions of
Orgies of past evening's revels:
And the restless tide
With its swarm of froth and surf,
There will arise a halo of unseemly kind
That will seek to tame you
And bring you kneeling on my turf.


How tenuous are the ties
Of unrequited love and pride!
They seek out each other every time, and they lie
To each other and to the storm and halo
That keeps abreast of their every stride.
Of times that have been laid to rest
I think about: and every time
They bring to mind the unkindly test
That your stubborn self has
Put me through in the usual rhyme
Of our everyday interludes.


Now the clouds will fly away,
And in its stead will appear
The random notes of a joyous getaway.
For I am earnest in my hopes.
And my will shall not disappear.
Nor they are here in vain
To cast away the troubles
That your false vanity in broken terrain
Hath put me through
In all its petty scruples.
So I am here to gain ascendance
Over your nature - commonplace
But lordly: for I shall seek you out
And take you in arms
As you fall from your place of grace. 1 comment


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