Saint Augustine said, “Poetry is the devil’s wine! ” <br />And I suppose, I’ve grown accustomed <br />to drinking from its flask. <br /> <br />Still, nunca en mis sueños más salvajes <br />did I surmise meeting you, the woman, <br />who causes me to forget everything! <br /> <br />And the poetry I write - only for you- <br />lives in my mind and soul, <br />which Augustine would crucify <br />along with the body and the imagination. <br /> <br />Find men crushed by religion <br />with no praise for poetry or women, <br />and you have misogynists in the making. <br /> <br />I much prefer William Blake, <br />artist, poet, conscience for a nation, <br />as my patron saint. <br /> <br />“The nakedness of woman, ” Blake said, <br />“is the work of God! ” -Wisdom from a man <br />who saw heaven in a wildflower <br />and a world in a grain of sand. <br /> <br />Upon meeting you he would have penned <br />'My Pretty Rose Tree'. But, having done so, <br />he would have struggled to walk away. <br /> <br />Originally submitted June 6,2008<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-in-my-wildest-dreams-2/
