La Douleur Exquise, a poem by Robin McNamara at Spillwords.com
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La Douleur Exquise

La Douleur Exquise

written by: Robin McNamara

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Softly falls her hair in midday sun,
Gently falls my stare on the run
Of her hand, through her hair.

As of all the goddess; I can compare
You to them all.

In the midnight moonlight —
Darkness is invisible,
The sorrowful departure is inevitable.

For I must wake again
And the morning will take you again.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

La Douleur Exquise loosely translated from French means a longing or desire for someone or something unattainable. A certain sadness or acceptance that their worlds are far apart yet there’s a connectivity somehow.

Robin McNamara

Robin McNamara

APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Recently nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase. His first full collection, Monochrome Heart is due to be published in 2022.
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