Apropos: There was a French film with this title, "L'éternel retour,' in the 40s during the war, with Jean Marais and Yvonne de Bray, by Jean Delannoy.
You graced me with your love
without my being worth it,
as I never as a lover was much qualified
but dabbled mostly in most miserable failures,
teaching me to never try again.
And yet you were there, and most palpably,
and always kept returning.
as if I was something to return to
and to keep reminding of the effects of true love;
and this can never be denied,
that love can never be ignored or set aside,
buried alive or in any way neglected,
since even overrun and killed and raped
it must return to glory,
bursting like a flower through the asphalt
and forever keep reminding anyone
that there was never any love that did not last forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2016-11-15 at 13:29
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The eternal return
You graced me with your love
without my being worth it,
as I never as a lover was much qualified
but dabbled mostly in most miserable failures,
teaching me to never try again.
And yet you were there, and most palpably,
and always kept returning.
as if I was something to return to
and to keep reminding of the effects of true love;
and this can never be denied,
that love can never be ignored or set aside,
buried alive or in any way neglected,
since even overrun and killed and raped
it must return to glory,
bursting like a flower through the asphalt
and forever keep reminding anyone
that there was never any love that did not last forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 684 times
Written on 2016-11-15 at 13:29
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