The Jeweled Prize

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But we are older,
I to love
                 and you to be loved,
                                        we have,
no matter how,
                 by our wills survived
                                        to keep
the jewelled prize
                   always at our finger tips.
We will it so
                  and so it is
                                       past all accident.
~William Carlos Williams, excerpts from “The Ivy Crown”
written at age 72, published in Journey to Love

 

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How can we, at our late middle age,
who have treated love as no accident,
look into a well
of such depth and richness~
how can we tell the young
to will their love to survive –
to strive through thorns and briars,
though tears wept and flesh torn,
to cherish the prize
of rose and ivy crown.

It is all that matters,
this crown of love
we have willed and worn together
through the years:

I love you or I do not live at all.
I to love and you to be loved.

 

 

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3 thoughts on “The Jeweled Prize

  1. Ode to Our Toothbrushes
    The best, we know, is yet to be
    So take your brush and brush with me.
    And when we’re done we’ll match them up
    Side-by-side inside their cup.
    With worn, stray whiskers falling out
    And torsos creamed in toothpaste grout
    These lucky brushes so entwined
    Dream not of places less divine
    And never part save when we hold
    Along with us, they’re growing old.

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