Hello Friends,
Sometimes a love poem is found in the smallest gestures, as poet Victoria Adukwei Bulley shows us in today’s poem from her 2022 collection Quiet. You can also watch a video of Bulley reading this poem here.
Enjoy.
Ællen
Sometimes a love poem is found in the smallest gestures, as poet Victoria Adukwei Bulley shows us in today’s poem from her 2022 collection Quiet. You can also watch a video of Bulley reading this poem here.
Enjoy.
Ællen
Whose Name Means Honey
You are beautiful to me.
You are beautiful to me
across the table we have arrived at,
in from the rain; no make-up on your face
but for the small frail thread
of something on your right cheek
that I would like to remove for you,
you whose name
means honey. Every time
you look up
& still it is there, I would like
to be the one who says hold on,
come here, let me, one minute, stay there,
almost, there we go, all done, perfect. & when
you look up & now it is gone, swept
absent-mindedly off the face of the earth
by your dark hair, oh I am sad
to have missed my chance
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You are beautiful to me.
You are beautiful to me
across the table we have arrived at,
in from the rain; no make-up on your face
but for the small frail thread
of something on your right cheek
that I would like to remove for you,
you whose name
means honey. Every time
you look up
& still it is there, I would like
to be the one who says hold on,
come here, let me, one minute, stay there,
almost, there we go, all done, perfect. & when
you look up & now it is gone, swept
absent-mindedly off the face of the earth
by your dark hair, oh I am sad
to have missed my chance
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