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Poem of the Week: “She is my love” by Trevor Joyce
This week we are celebrating Valentine’s Day and the forthcoming publication of Volume IV of The Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry with Trevor Joyce’s “She is my love.” The first lines of each stanza echo the language of traditional love poems, only to be subverted in the lines that follow. Through his manipulation of the reader’s expectations, Joyce replicates the vacillation between hope and disappointment within a failed relationship.
She is my love
was most my misery
preferred for wasting me
to her could cure
She is my fair
would fast enfeeble me
not whisper for my going oh!
or mind my grave
She is my dear
nature’s accessory
wouldn’t reach a hand to hold my head
lay me for gold
She is my why
drops not a hint to me
heeds no true word
spares no regard
Great is my grief
too long this lingering
who most suspects me
is all my love
—Trevor Joyce, The Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry, Volume IV (2017)
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