Wednesday, February 01, 2006

"with delicatesse"         [rubai]


Glorious rubies   might be persuaded   out of a stone
shimmering smiles   could grow elated   out of a groan
those who persuade   with delicatesse   find happiness
many a freshet's joy has cascaded   from the unknown


by the sweat of one's brow   one can work for good or ill
by one's skill at the prow   one can sail to all or nill
it takes labor to live!   & even more work to expire!
by the strength of one's vow   one either can cure or kill


Anonymous fingertree said...

Delicacy, surely? Or are you claiming poetic license?

Thu Feb 02, 12:41:00 PM PST  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

ah Mr. Tree, glad you asked.

No, in fact, I feel no need to (in this instance) and hence I vigorously decline a claim of poetic license here. Mind you, it is a thing I should be happy to claim & rely on, when needed; but it is in no wise necessary for the situation of this poem. Rather, what I claim is Merriam-Webster [unabridged]. I hope this clarifies the matter. ;-)


Thu Feb 02, 01:36:00 PM PST  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

ps: on the other hand, it might well be possible for some to find happiness through persuasion by means of epicure fineries afforded by a particularly exquisite delicatessen. That is an idea that was not in the forefront of my thoughts when composing the verse. It yet remains a perhaps evocative (howsoever tangential), and furthermore verbally cognate, culinaristic afterthought.

Thu Feb 02, 01:42:00 PM PST  
Anonymous fingertree said...

It spoke so much of the culinary ( and even the 'Deli')that delicateness and delicacy seemed to recede...

May I remind you that I am Ms.Tree and not Mr. Tree?

Thu Feb 02, 01:57:00 PM PST  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

Ms. Tree! profuse apologies for the mixup on my part. When you say that "it" spoke of such-and-such, I must confess ignorance regarding what this "it" is intended to point to. If to my poem, -- well surely not. If to the dictionary definition, I daresay it seems (to my sensibility) so horribly terse and concise, as to not allow for much of any such "much"ness. I'm afraid that might then leave the "it" as my 2nd of two posts above (which does, as a tangential afterthought, indeed make mention of a Deli). I remain confused as to your thought here, but I will accept anyway the fact you may not so much care for the word delicatesse. It would indeed be a dereliction, and a poor showing of delicatesse on my part, should I fail to affirm your sovereign right to prefer and admire some words and to disfavor others. For my poem here, I will nonetheless confess some personal happiness with regard to that particular word-choice.

Thu Feb 02, 02:30:00 PM PST  
Anonymous fingertree said...

The sense in which you use the term 'delicatesse'( it!)is something I am enlightened about AFTER your responses.I was merely trying to provide the context of my first comment.

Thu Feb 02, 02:44:00 PM PST  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

ah Ms Tree, thanks -- I now see your meaning; pardon my slowness. The word itself spoke to you of the culinary, and even -- in its syllables -- made mention of the deli. Quite so! Yes, that is an association we naturally jump to. Somehow or other I lately stumbled on this word, and was pleased to discover (contrary to some expectations) what it does in fact mean. No doubt one way our vocabularies expand sometimes, is through these surprises.
Thanks as always for the visit & remarks.

obliged, d.i.

Thu Feb 02, 03:00:00 PM PST  
Anonymous ArchanaD said...

i'm no expert commentor. but i especially like 'delicatesse'... and there is a gentle flow and rythm in the lines

Sat Feb 04, 11:34:00 PM PST  

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