Proposal Poem by Rachel Butler

Proposal



(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)


My most earnest and strongest desire was to perceive with mine eyes, my love, in this event.
Antecedent to him I lost all cognition. In awe,
meek before him.

Unable to conceal the passion that smouldered in my heart,
perplexed and befuddled.
Bespeak, Not a solitary word,
voiced or in my mind.

Sparrow

Monday, October 24, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 20 February 2018

I worked as a gardener for quite a while and I wish I had worked for someone like you. You are the only writer I know of who writes about gardeners, with the possible exception of D. H. Lawrence.

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Marieta Maglas 06 November 2015

''Antecedent to him I lost all cognition. In awe, meek before him.''- excellent lines... thank you for sharing

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