[New-Poetry] Request for a criticism of '' the Credo'' by MaryAshley Tow...

[TheOldMole]

The second line would be a classic example, for one's intro to crewri classes, in how not to use an enjambment, would it not?
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  From: Joseph Duemer 
  To: NewPoetry: Contemporary Poetry News &amp, Views 
  Sent: Thursday, January 04, 2007 9:42 PM
  Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] Request for a criticism of '' the Credo'' by MaryAshley Tow...


  That first stanza is really, really creepy. And that stuff about the grape in the penultimate stanza is pretty freaking weird too. When this query first hit the list I did a Google search & read a few of MAT's poems, but I didn't find this little masterpiece of of the Gothic unconscious. There is a breathtaking bourgeois failure of self-awareness in MAT's poems. Interesting psychological study, maybe. Poetry, not so much. I stand by my original judgment. 



  On 1/4/07, LauraHeidy at aol.com <LauraHeidy at aol.com> wrote: 
    In a message dated 1/4/2007 10:58:24 A.M. Eastern Standard Time, JforJames at aol.com writes:
      Anyone have this poem 'Credo' or 'Creed' to post?
      Finnegan
    CREED
    Mary Ashley Townsend 

    I believe if I should die,
    And you should kiss my eyelids when I lie
    Cold, dead, and dumb to all the world contains,
    The folded orbs would open at thy breath,
    And, from its exile in the isles of death,
    Life would come gladly back along my veins.
     
    I believe if I were dead,
    And you upon my lifeless heart should tread,
    Not knowing what the poor clod chanced to be,
    It would find sudden pulse beneath the touch
    Of him it ever loved in life so much,
    And throb again--warm, tender, true to thee.

    I believe if on my grave,
    Hidden in woody depths or by the wave,
    Your eyes should drop some warm tears of regret,
    From every salty seed of your dear grief
    Some fair, sweet blossom would leap into leaf
    To prove death could not make my love forget.

    I believe if I should fade,
    Into those mystic realms where light is made,
    And you should long once more my face to see,
    I would come forth upon the hill of night
    And gather stars, like fagots, till thy sight,
    Led by their beacon blaze, fell full on me.

    I believe my faith in thee,
    Strong as my life, so nobly placed to be,
    I would as soon expect to see the sun
    Fall like a dead king from his height sublime,
    His glory stricken from the throne of time,
    As thee unworthy the worship thou hast won.

    I believe who hath not loved
    Hath half the sweetness of his life unproved;
    Like one who, with the grape within his grasp,
    Drops it with all its crimson juices unpressed,
    And all its luscious sweetness left unguessed,
    Out from his careless and unheeding clasp.

    I believe love, pure and true,
    Is to the soul a sweet, immortal dew
    That gems life's petals in its hours of dusk.
    The waiting angels see and recognize
    The rich crown jewel, Love, of Paradise
    When life falls from us like a withered husk

    Angela Boewdeker reciting "Creed'" by Mary Ashley Townsend 

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