June 13th, 2000

alice lost in labyrinth

poem: Oh! What mounting problems

Oh! What mounting problems
that ride the living!
If there were no release from troubles,
If there were no other hearts to hold -
One, alone, could be trod under
on such paths, long have we traveled.
Oh! What passion that
enflames us!
More furious than the fires
that lick the wounds of fate
The intensity that we share and our
quarrels that come between us
All are but intrusive intermissions
in this, our play, I entitle 'love'.

ADP 13 June 2000
*inspired while watching "Shakespeare in Love" for the first time