Guest poem submitted by Vikram Doctor:
(Poem #528) A Renewal
Having used every subterfuge To shake you, lies, fatigue, or even that of passion, Now I see no way but a clean break. I add that I am willing to bear the guilt. You nod assent. Autumn turns windy, huge, A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on. We sit, watching. When I next speak Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.
A short, sad and lovely poem that perfectly illustrates the inexplicable complications of emotional bonds. Anyone who has ever been in a relationship must have felt like this at sometime. And 'up to the hilt' perfectly captures both the depths and the pain. Merrill is best known for his longer poems, particularly the sequence collectively known as 'The Changing Light At Sandover', but he could also produce small gems like these. Vikram.