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Makarand Paranjape - Love Poetry

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After months of silence, there comes a day <br />When I feel I can turn anything I wish to say <br />Into poetry. And they talk so much <br />About the discipline of being a poet, <br />Of setting up schedules for practicing the craft. <br />But look at us vagrants-the muse feeds us too, <br />And we too manage to scrape by. <br />So Ezekiel was right. <br />As it is with love, it must be with poetry: <br />Wait, wait, wait, and never force the pace. <br />Years vanish behind one, leaving only the debris <br />Of so many wasted afternoons with no sympathy, <br />No relief, no reward. Then the pain <br />And humiliation of so many rejections; jealousy <br />And rage over the success of other poets, <br />And one's own pathetic rationalizations- <br />He knew so and so, she was lucky-and throughout <br />The same nagging question: 'Am I of any worth?' <br />But then this also passes and one feels <br />A lightness, freedom, and confidence, <br />That comes from having nowhere to go, <br />No one really to speak to, none to impress. <br />So, my doors are ever open to you, poetry, <br />Come when you will: how can I seek you and what for? <br />Effort destroys poetry as it destroys love. <br /> <br />[From The Serene Flame]<br /><br />Makarand Paranjape<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-poetry-4/

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