Claire

11/18/05

Claire, am I just name?
But to names that give their own to thy,
And my name that exists not call,
But to love like angel’s breath in winter’s peaks,
Though angels slept then awoke with fiery gall
And threw me with Hel in that bleak, dismal cell.
And Hel gone blind, then Niflhiem arose to call
The angel’s names to freeze then fall.
To weep and revivify the messenger’s own,
Thinking that names can make the hag be sad.
But to love you yet thine name is glad,
To what exists in names in humdrum eternal case,
Through words I waste to hassle myself to name thee.
Yet to name, for thee what is Claire? Not a name.


What are words to portray her?