Melody, Malady

There's a poem by Bill Manhire that plays on the words: Melody, Malady, My Lady.  I can't find it the web, but you may have seen it in Ralph Hotere paintings.  You have to say the words out loud.  They all sound the same, but of course have different meanings. 

I don't know why, but I remembered this poem on the train tonight.

Anway, then I remembered this poem - also a Manhire poem:

Love poem

There is no question
of choice, but it takes
a long time.

Love's vacancies, the eye
& cavity, track
back to embraces

where the spine bends
& quitens
like smoke in the earth.

Your tongue, touching on song
darkens all songs.  Your touch
is almost a signature.

Just thought I'd post it on the eve of Valentines Day - becasue its an old favourite, and I don't have much else to say.  One day I might post an original poem - unlikely to be a love poem, but it would be nice to be able to package the words in that form and see what results!

Thinking about going to Lady Gaga in Akl in accordance with my concert policy, which currently may be more sucessful than my road riding policy - yeah, why not?!