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Summary

The poem "Gift Basket" by Harley King is a metaphorical expression of a deep, almost obsessive love, where the speaker likens their love to a thief stealing love and reselling it, longing for a divine connection and a gift of love cakes to share with the beloved.

Abstract

"Gift Basket" is a poem that captures the intensity of the speaker's love, described as a thievery of the heart, where love is stolen and traded illicitly. The speaker is affected by the overwhelming presence of sunlight, which metaphorically represents the consuming nature of their love. The poem conveys a sense of impatience and a desire to break free from constraints, as seen in the wish to run naked through heaven. The ultimate yearning is to receive a gift basket of miniature love cakes from St. Peter, symbolizing a divine acknowledgment and blessing of their love, which they wish to share with their beloved. The poem ends with a copyright notice and a recommendation for another poem, "The Light of Your Love," suggesting a thematic connection between the two works.

Opinions

  • The speaker views their love as an intense, almost illicit experience, equating it to stealing and trading love on the black market.
  • There is a sense of vulnerability and weariness, as the speaker's patience is likened to thin jeans covering up bruises.
  • The speaker expresses a longing for spiritual freedom and connection, symbolized by running naked through the streets of heaven and receiving a gift from St. Peter.
  • The poem suggests a deep desire for divine validation of the speaker's love, as represented by the gift basket of love cakes.
  • The recommendation of "The Light of Your Love" implies that readers who appreciate the depth of emotion in "Gift Basket" might find a similar resonance in the suggested poem.

Gift Basket

A Love Poem

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Sunlight blares through the window slamming me against the bedroom wall. I am a thief of the heart, stealing your love drop by drop and reselling each drop on the black market. My patience is wearing thin blue jeans to cover up the bruises from standing too close to the light. I wish to run naked through the streets of heaven and knock on the door of St. Peter. He will give me a gift basket filled with miniature love cakes to share with you.

Copyright © 2020 by Harley King

If you like this poem, you may also like The Light of Your Love.

Poetry
Love
Relationships
Patience
Gifts
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