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  • True Love

    2 posts, 2 voices, 447 views, started Apr 9, 2009

    Posted on Thursday, April 9, 2009 by Denise Richardson

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      True Love
      by Robert Penn Warren  

      In silence the heart raves.  It utters words
      Meaningless, that never had
      A meaning.  I was ten, skinny, red-headed,

      Freckled.  In a big black Buick,
      Driven by a big grown boy, with a necktie, she sat
      In front of the drugstore, sipping something

      Through a straw. There is nothing like
      Beauty. It stops your heart. It
      Thickens your blood.  It stops your breath.  It

      Makes you feel dirty.  You need a hot bath.
      I leaned against a telephone pole, and watched.
      I thought I would die if she saw me.

      How could I exist in the same world with that brightness?
      Two years later she smiled at me. She
      Named my name. I thought I would wake up dead.

      Her grown brothers walked with the bent-knee
      Swagger of horsemen. They were slick-faced.
      Told jokes in the barbershop. Did no work.

      Their father was what is called a drunkard.
      Whatever he was he stayed on the third floor
      Of the big white farmhouse under the maples for twenty-five years.

      He never came down.  They brought everything up to him.
      I did not know what a mortgage was.
      His wife was a good, Christian woman, and prayed.

      When the daughter got married, the old man came down wearing
      An old tail coat, the pleated shirt yellowing.
      The sons propped him.  I saw the wedding.  There were

      Engraved invitations, it was so fashionable.  I thought
      I would cry. I lay in bed that night
      And wondered if she would cry when something was done to her.

      The mortgage was foreclosed. That last word was whispered.
      She never came back. The family
      Sort of drifted off.  Nobody wears shiny boots like that now.

      But I know she is beautiful forever, and lives
      In a beautiful house, far away.
      She called my name once.  I didn’t even know she knew it.  



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