Height of Love
Nothing between
us but eager sky,
coaxing belladonna,
fairy trumpet,
glacier lily,
your hairy moraine
furious with fireweed,
lingering in brazen tufts.
Top me, you say,
kiss me, resting
only after you
have satisfied me.
I plant my
measured steps,
throbbing devotion
into your back,
your face dripping
winter rime,
parching August brooks,
the spring of daring,
you will take my life
if I love you less.
Image and poem by George Korolog. Posted with permission from the author.
Author Note:
I was a climber for over twenty years and have climbed all over North American and Canada. My love of the mountains has taken me to many distant and beautiful places in which I reveled in the isolation and the responsibility of making personal decisions that made me fully in charge of my life. I have great admiration and respect for nature and for the fact that it is neutral and unforgiving of errors in judgement. I viewed my treks into the wilderness and up mountains with a love that touched on many fears, the greatest of which was the fear of any disrespect for the great power of nature. This very brief poem had its seed in that great and deep respect for the mountains and my love for them.
Thank you, George Korolog, for sharing your words this week. I admire greatly what the poet writes here about respect for nature, and the idea of making choices that are entirely one’s own — decisions one must live with, whatever the consequences. This poem touches something very deep in me, and I’m so glad to have it in my Tuesday Poem series. I especially love the idea of “the spring of daring” and those two last lines, written with such a matter-of-fact tone, utterly lacking in sentimentality. Such a deep love and respect in these lines — they hit the mark perfectly.
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Tuesday Poem is a collective of poets who share poetry on a weekly basis across borders and time zones. At the TP hub this week you’ll find “Two Lips Went Shopping” by Lizz Murphy, a poet from Canberra, posted by TP editor this week, P.S. Cottier.
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It’s a different kind of love poem, isn’t it. Eco-Eros poetry? A whole new genre. Thanks for introducing me to another poet I will have to chase up, Michelle.
By the way, Lizz Murphy hails more from Canberra (or parts near to it) than from Canterbury! Reminds me of how Australians always claim New Zealand actors and bands as our own, but in reverse for once. (-:
Glad you enjoyed this poet and his work, Penelope. Thanks for reading! And also, regarding that error (Canterbury v. Canberra): it results from an oversight on my part, a part of an author bio left over from a previous week that I copied. So sorry — fixing now!
extraordinary poem by George Korolog. thanks for publishing it.
Yes, Susan — thank you for stopping by!
Wonderful poem, photo and write up. Thanks for sharing this with us.
Loved this…very evocative and full of imagination but also real. Thank you both
It captures that experience so intensely and so beautifully.