From the vantage point of a doomed love affair, this romantic poem is as much about the charming Victorian hotel where it takes place as it is about the central pas de deux: photos in today's blog feature the famed Adelphi Hotel in Saratoga Springs, which dates from 1873. Read and see more about it at blog.amynelsonhahn.info
Encounter
This is where we'll meet,
you and I, not casually
but cheek-rosy as if
the fetid pointed hearts
hung outside the veranda
could tell the truth
like little words hung from hotel doors --
while inside speaks, I'll show you mine if...
This game we play
alone on perfect sunlit days,
how old it grows,
and still how young we seem.
Throw a shade --
now the dim, now the lamp
invites a wayward secondary
thought to love where love
had thrown itself too much into relief.
Pretend, pretend
and shadow subtleties
my eye can only hide
and determine to forget.
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
view with images 1966, 1968, and 1970 from photos.amynelsonhahn.info or visit blog.amynelsonhahn.info
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