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Lies, a chapbook of love poetry: We have split the atom, been to the moon and back, cured once fatal diseases, completed the mapping of human DNA, and our telescopes are now seeing out to the edges of the universe - all before we can adequately answer: "What is love?" I can not say what love is, and I won't turn to a dictionary to help me. Part of the timelessness of love is that most of us never fully understand it, never can define it, nor even say what it is. At the same time, we also know what it is not. The vagueness of love is what has kept it alive in us, and in our imaginings, all these years. Humanity has been obsessed with this simple and common feeling for an aeon, millions of pages have been written about it -and still- all of it falls short. Yet, what better companion for love than poetry? They have so much in common, it is no wonder that they have spent their lifetimes together. All that I have said about love, may be held true for poetry as well, for neither have we answered: "What is poetry?" Their union makes sense because they complement each other so well. Perhaps they are part of the same thing. Perhaps before any being ever spoke a word, there was poetry. Perhaps before any being, there was love. Perhaps we are alive to come to understand these two things as well as we may - as mortals. Perhaps when we come to know them, our spirits - our souls, float up to hold hands with them once more. I can not say what poetry is. I can not say what love is. But here are some love poems - the closest I've come to understanding these two(?) things. ©2002, by Neske. All Rights Reserved, man. |
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