Thursday, February 10, 2011

"Voluptuous sorrow holds us like a cobweb"

Moonlight fills the laurels
Like music. The moonlit
Air does not move. Your white
Face moves towards my face.
Voluptuous sorrow
Holds us like a cobweb
Like a song, a perfume, the moonlight.

From "Confusion of the Senses" by Kenneth Rexroth. You can read the complete poem and listen to a recording of it at this interview with poet Sam Hamill. A very good article by Hamill on Rexroth can be found here.

The Embrace, Gustav Klimt (1862-1918)

1 comment:

Perfumeshrine said...

That just made me smile in its melancholy...thank you for that!