Guest poem submitted by Nitesh Dixit:
(Poem #1174) No One So Much As You
No one so much as you Loves this my clay, Or would lament as you Its dying day. You know me through and through Though I have not told, And though with what you know You are not bold. None ever was so fair As I thought you: Not a word can I bear Spoken against you. All that I ever did For you seemed coarse Compared with what I hid Nor put in force. My eyes scarce dare meet you Lest they should prove I but respond to you And do not love. We look and understand, We cannot speak Except in trifles and Words the most weak. For I at most accept Your love, regretting That is all: I have kept Only a fretting That I could not return All that you gave And could not ever burn With the love you have, Till sometimes it did seem Better it were Never to see you more Than linger here With only gratitude Instead of love - A pine in solitude Cradling a dove.
I came across this poem while going through a battered book, an anthology of English poems from the mid-20th century, and just fell for it. I like this poem for the simple reason that it seems so honest in its presentation. How often do we find ourselves responding to someone and not actually having those same emotions... or so we feel to be the case. Perhaps it's the same for both the parties, perhaps all of us are merely responding to the other and not recognising our own emotions. nitesh.