I: Lachrimæ Antiquæ
On Lunan’s soft dunes,
Sun- and sea-kissed afternoon:
Our love made joy then.
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II: Lachrimæ Antiquæ Novæ
Tonight, the candle–
That last night lit caresses–
Lights this crucifix.
April 2, 2008
April 2, 2008
I: Lachrimæ Antiquæ
On Lunan’s soft dunes,
Sun- and sea-kissed afternoon:
Our love made joy then.
‡ ‡ ‡
II: Lachrimæ Antiquæ Novæ
Tonight, the candle–
That last night lit caresses–
Lights this crucifix.
April 2, 2008 at 5:39 pm
Oh, did you swim the Tiber on Easter? Congratulations!
I like the poem, feel sad about the situation, assuming that the situation is as discribed in said poem.
April 2, 2008 at 5:58 pm
Er, scrub my comment if it is too flatfooted.
April 2, 2008 at 6:09 pm
I’m hoping for a Whitsun reception, Seraphic – date to be confirmed, just like me. [I suppose Whitsun receptions are what you get after Whitsun Weddings. Sorry - just Larkin about. Aaanyway.]
*TMI warning…*
I suppose, in a way, these two old haiku (written some years ago & apart, and about different gals) kindasorta came out of the wash as I turned my mind to preparing for my (“second”) first confession. I nearly entitled the second one “Old Flame”. Geddit!? Yes, that’s why I decided not to.
Thank you for your continuing indulgence towards the verse-and-worse of
B(orderline) A(norak)