To A Beauty Poem by Ananta Madhavan

To A Beauty



If I had had the fashioning of you,
I would not have you any different;
For even now I feel the shaping bliss
Course through my fingers as in thought's
Rehearsal I presume to mould you thus.
Poor sculptor, hacking to eliminate,
He cannot know, like me, the quickening
In the palms' nurture, as the seed
Glows warmly into carnal fruition -
The exponential function of a poem.

Thursday, April 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A young man's tribute to a beauty and to sculpture in a poem.
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