Dead End Street

Two versions (I never feel that any of my poems are finished)  of this poem.  The first is the most recent, the second the original.

Love can sometimes be like a bungy  jump: and sometimes things beyond love’s control can make it seem like a ………

DEAD END STREET (November, 1969)

I think this version (worked out many years later) works better.

I remember the nights of ecstasy
        the feelings of total exuberance
        too deep to be described;

floating on clouds dreams of her in my arms
        and the warm all-over feeling i got,
        dancing on tip-toes, hands in my pocket

arms at my side and moaning deep inside,
        half of immeasurable happiness
        half of agony of separation

engrossed in the joy in my whole being
        grinning ear to ear at the  thought of her
        and at knowing  this was a two-way street.
                                       
 but it had a dead end.



Here is the original

I remember the nights, after getting home,
(When it was all just beginning to be known tp me)
of ecstasy
and the feelings of exuberance
            too deep to be described
of floating on clouds
            dreaming of her in my arms
            and in my life,
of the warm all-over feeling
            dancing on tiptoes
            with hands in my pockets
            and arms at my side
                          half of joy and happiness
                          un-nameable
                          half of agony of separation
grinning from ear to ear
engrossed in my whole being
            just at the shear thought of her.
and totally unspeakable heavens
            of the one hundred and twelfth degree
                          at knowing, and seeing in her eyes
            that this was a two-way street.
                          but it had a dead-end.

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