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17 May 2010

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her by Christopher Brennan

It started off with a google search on one of my favourite poets, Frost. One poem led to another and before I knew it, many minutes had passed me by and I could not stop reading. Lunch forgotten, shower forgotten, I found myself lost in the wonderland of poetry. How long it has been since I devoured creative-writing this way, I cannot tell but it was simply impossible to tear myself away from the pages. 

I had not heard of Christopher Brennan before today but when I read this poem, I knew it was the most beautiful way I had ever known anyone express love. 

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each. 

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?.

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

In the coming days, I will share a few more poems that I liked from today's session. If you love poetry too, keep your eyes peeled.


  1. Two grammar mistakes in such a short write-up:
    1. ..."creative-writing this way, I cannot tell, but"...
    2. ..."beautiful way I have ever known"...

  2. Good 100th post. Read poetry after a *long* time. Thanks :)

  3. I think the poem is beautiful. I love the thought of not questioning love, I love that it can just be what it is, a feeling that one has for another.