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My Favourite Poem

April 16, 2011

It’s not the most well known or widely read poem, in comparison to Shakespeare’s sonnets or some works by Sylvia Plath, but it’s among my personal favourites.

Most of our favourite poems describe how we feel about something, or as is often the case, about someone.  Or perhaps how we once felt but no longer do.  Occasionally, as in my love of W.H. Auden’s Funeral Blues, it reminds us of what we are afraid to feel.

Of course, love poems rank quite highly in the category of favoured poetry, and I am no less susceptible to the appeal of these poems.  My favourite poem captures what I believe to be the nature of love, or at least of being in love.

So without further ado, here it is.  Vision, by May Theilgaard Watts:

To-day there have been lovely things
I never saw before;
Sunlight through a jar of marmalade;
A blue gate;
A rainbow
In soapsuds on dishwater;
Candelight on butter;
The crinkled smile of a little girl
Who had new shoes with tassels;
A chickadee on a thorn-apple;
Empurpled mud under a willow,
Where white geese slept;
White ruffled curtains sifting moonlight
On the scrubbed kitchen floor;
The under side of a white-oak leaf;
Ruts in the road at sunset:
An egg yolk in a blue bowl.

My love kissed my eyes last night.

-Vision, May Theilgaard Watts.

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