NINE SONNETS WRITTEN BY ALFRED H. MENDES
FOR ROWENA SCOTT IN 1970
This came to me, and that; and all through life,
A long one, disfranchised of love and hate,
I felt the touch of sweetheart, whore, and wife,
The touch on flesh as sensitive as fate;
And, sentient, knew that lust, inviolate,
Was all there was to love in this abode,
And took it as I found it on this road
Without an inkling that I, soon or late,
- Alas, too late — would plumb the chasmic heart
And find in deeps beyond the bounds of dust
The ecstatic agony that is not lust:
That is not lust because 'Q' is a part
Of you, beloved; your youth to share my years
And shed me of the grave's unhallowed fears.
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Publication information: Book title: The Autobiography of Alfred H. Mendes 1897-1991. Contributors: Michèle Levy - Editor, Alfred H. Mendes - Author. Publisher: University of the West Indies Press. Place of publication: Barbados. Publication year: 2002. Page number: 159.
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