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larryhammerFor Poetry Monday:
Is Love, Then, So Simple?, Irene Rutherford McLeod
Is love, then, so simple, my dear?
The opening of a door,
And seeing all things clear?
I did not know before.
I had thought it unrest and desire
Soaring only to fall,
Annihilation and fire:
It is not so at all.
I feel no desperate will,
But I think I understand
Many things, as I sit quite still,
With Eternity in my hand.
A striking Dickinsonian note, that ending. McLeod (1891-1968) was another early 20th century poet/writer and activist, though her activism does not seem to have extended much beyond women’s suffrage. This comes from her 1915 collection Songs to Save a Soul. Irrelevant of anything, her husband was writer and translator Aubrey de Sélincourt, which makes her aunt-by-marriage to Christopher Robin—a fact that amuses me greatly for no good reason.
---L.
Subject quote from Adonais, Percy Shelley.
Is Love, Then, So Simple?, Irene Rutherford McLeod
Is love, then, so simple, my dear?
The opening of a door,
And seeing all things clear?
I did not know before.
I had thought it unrest and desire
Soaring only to fall,
Annihilation and fire:
It is not so at all.
I feel no desperate will,
But I think I understand
Many things, as I sit quite still,
With Eternity in my hand.
A striking Dickinsonian note, that ending. McLeod (1891-1968) was another early 20th century poet/writer and activist, though her activism does not seem to have extended much beyond women’s suffrage. This comes from her 1915 collection Songs to Save a Soul. Irrelevant of anything, her husband was writer and translator Aubrey de Sélincourt, which makes her aunt-by-marriage to Christopher Robin—a fact that amuses me greatly for no good reason.
---L.
Subject quote from Adonais, Percy Shelley.