Whispering poetry
By Luke Hsieh to Shelley

What must I essay to secure,
A place in your gentle heart pure,
Should I hide behind roses of all colors?
Should I hide behind my poetic labor?
If poetry can secure my place in your heart,
Will you think of me when this poem does start?
Then when the textual labor is done,
Bid me to leave you alone?

If poetry is written solely to please your ear,
There will not be a reason why you should treat me dear,
, For poetry is not mere whispering sweetness,
Which so oft I impose upon your gentle witness,
In reflection you, my gentle lady mine, should despise such labor,
Knowing the abuse this fool transgress in his poetic endeavor,
For the sole comfort of your kind company - occasional kisses and embraces,
Which like a bone to a street mongrel - bid him do anything, in any case,

If so, can I indeed apologize for my crassness of desire,
Upon which high poetical ideal I have failed to inspire?
I never claim to be a poet of any significance,
Nor claim for my heart for it to make existence,
In your consciousness, who am I to you, but a whispering fool,
Whispering fragmentary words and sentence as disarraying tools.
Only to make reference to that truth called love, the all embracing universality,
Yet my words is too small, too insignificant to make reference to such ideology,
Oh, I love you,
I love you dear.

What do these words mean to you and to me?
When I whispering yet another word of affection,
Am I really registering myself in your heart?
Or do my words address the infinite emptiness?
Like tear drops consumed by the Atlantic,
Just another, and another�.

I am never sorry that my poem has no higher purpose,
Other than whispering gentleness as the summer wind,
Which only brushes your cheek and lightly embrace its love,
If my word is the gentle summer wind that comes your way,
And you are not an infinite delusory emptiness,
Then I know, that you have accepted my light embrace,
And you can probably take your comfort in this�.
If the act of whispering poetry should render me insignificant,
Then at least my futile words serves to highlight your worth and significance.


Luke Hsieh