For Nought

In ivory clouds, we saw wings
against a purple painted sky.
Reflected in his eyes,
scattered opalescent stars
and a love
that made me tremble
and look away.

I thought about Robert
and Elizabeth-
how he read her poetry;
fingers turning pages
consoling his sorrow;

his ache
to make her his sonnet-

how she waited
for his letters,
drank in syllables;
sitting pretty
like the birds, perched
against the sycamore tree.



2 thoughts on “For Nought

  1. This is a very satisfying poem, Lynda. I am a great fan of Elizabeth Bishop (Robert Lowell less so) and of course theirs was a famous literary relationship. Most interesting poem.


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