For I and I Alone

Dec 7, 2010   //   by Nathan   //   Blog, Poetry  //  2 Comments
Read by the poet:

How doth thou act oh heart?
Tis true oh Bard,
the pen is mightier than the sword,
but can it purge the beating of my lover’s breast?
Nay, tis a duty for I and I alone.

How does thou sing oh heart?
For tis a band of musical insects,
who proclaim that all you need is love,
but my true one needs more
and it comes from I and I alone.

How does thou see oh heart?
Can a man who paints a ceiling
understand how to paint my lover’s eyes?
He paints God’s but cannot fathom her beauty with his brush,
but I shall paint her, I and I alone.

How does thou read oh heart?
Oh poet stopping by woods on a snowy evening,
your words fall like babble from babe’s lips,
compared to the whispers I hear from my love.
Whispers for I and I alone.

How does thou live oh heart?
Hear me oh artists of the world,
your works shall lie in museums and libraries for all to see,
but my love shall lie in my wedding bed,
waiting for I and I alone.

 

  • Brett Elizabeth Jenkins

    Don’t want to burst any bubbles here but this is grammatically incorrect to the max. Should say “me.” You wouldn’t say “Mike’s at the bus station waiting for I.” Some good lines in here, dude.

  • Nathan Hartman

    The grammar was actually a choice. The use of “I” flows better in a reading then “me.” In my poetry, love it or hate it, I sometimes sacrifice the proper grammar for what cuts closer to the feeling I’m trying to deliver.