Love’s Self Deceptions
When I journeyed
to Balbec searching
for wisdom
from Marcel Proust
to seek his grounds
for finding signs for love
heightened by the springs
of the countryside
far away other professors
and student bodies
driven from the Eiffel Tower
cafes and tourist traps
to find his secret
of what will remain after us,
it wasn’t affairs
of business or sated times
which will collapse
it was in art
that you believed
and realizing it (like a holograph
on puffs of clouds)
was no longer deceived.
B.Z. Niditch has published three times, thus far, on Rapoetics.com. He was also one of several favorites in Issue 4, Heart Splatters Into Significance. If you google him you can find him all over the place. In additon to writing word music, B.Z. Niditch writes plays, fiction, and teaches. He Lives in Brookline Massachusetts.
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