Wuthering Heights



When the devils attack me in the night
my only possible escape is you,
while storms keep harrowing the countryside
wreaking havoc and destruction,
threatening our lives with mortal danger;
but my love is safe and beyond reach,
and I am with her in my dreams
untouchable to any mortal evil,
and I wallow in my bliss
and feast atrociously in my beatitude,
more certain than I ever was before:
no hubris ever can get even near to the sublimity
of love's eternal consummation,
that keeps constantly surpassing and transcending
even all her previous endeavours of eternity.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-09-24 at 09:32

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I have only recently revisited Wuthering Heights, free from the strictures of school and university requirements. And the movement within this poem brings me back, yet again. Such majestic torment it could be. Thanks for sharing. My one slip up was getting over the flow and cadence of 'ever can get even near...' but that probably has to do with me as a reader, I suppose.
2009-11-03


Bjanka
...you are so lucky to have such a wonderful soul shelter.....lovely, lovey poem....
2009-09-24