Love Letter (to L.W.)
The girl whose boyfriend starts writing her love poems
should be on her guard, perhaps he really does love her, but one thing is
certain: while he was writing his poems he was not thinking of her but of his
own feelings about her. [W. H. Auden’s
Oblongs’, (1948). The
Complete Works of W. H.
Auden. Prose: 2.
Edited by Edward Mendelson. (Faber & Faber, 2002). 346.]
The world goes on and on and on in bleak infinitude;
What’s then the harm if I express my woes a little?
Yes, I swore to bear all ordeals at your luscious hands;
Let me catch my breath a while now, and repose a little.
Never could we rise up to our worth for all to see;
Someone had to push us down whenever we rose a little.
Seems like no one here has ever heard of loyalty;
Could I be blamed if the cynic in me shows a little?
The moon awakens your memories; the moonlight thinks I love
And shines in all her splendour when my anguish grows a
If you are about to organize your memories,
Juxtapose what is left over, and dispose a little.
That long-awaited moment came fortuitously and went;
Our soul became a fireball; the body froze a little.
Although somehow I will manage to relate this saga,
Factually I’ll hide a little and expose a little.
Everyone I know is wealthy; I, a mere poet,
Study poetry, speak poetry, and compose a little.
Rehan Qayoom, www.rehanqayoom.weebly.com, who wrote BP #74’s poem, “Love
Letter,” is a poet of English and Urdu, editor and translator, educated at
Birkbeck College, University of London. He has been featured in numerous
literary publications and performed his work internationally. He has published
2 books of poetry.