Here's some Edward Hirsch:
The Widening Sky
I am so small walking on the beach
at night under the widening sky.
The wet sand quickens beneath my feet
and the waves thunder against the shore.
I am moving away from the boardwalk
with its colorful streamers of people
and the hotels with their blinking lights.
The wind sighs for hundreds of miles.
I am disappearing so far into the dark
I have vanished from sight.
I am a tiny seashell
that has secretly drifted ashore
and carries the sound of the ocean
surging through its body.
I am so small now no one can see me.
How can I be filled with such a vast love? | |
-- Edward Hirsch
2 comments:
Walked into my study one last time this evening to open the window. The weather has been grey and damp for days, and the air in my house has a close feel to it.
I saw a message from your blog in my email, so I sat down to read your latest post in the dark. There is a cool breeze blowing on me from the open window. The night is salt-scented from the bay.
I read your poem, and I agree with you: We need more poetry in our lives.
I hope your trip to England is all you want it to be. xo.
@Kcecelia -- I agree. I've vowed to read at least one poem every day from now on. I bought "The Rattle Bag" edited by Ted Hughes and Seamus Heaney on advice of (the same) friend. Wonderful stuff. And yes, it's lovely here, thank you!
Miss W xx
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