.
Let us deceive ourselves a little
while Let us pretend that air
is earth and falling lie resting
within each other's gaze Let us
deny that flame consumes that
fruit ripens that the wave must
break Let us forget the circle's
fixed beginning marks to the
instant its ordained end Let us
lean upon the moment and expect
time to enfold us space sustain
our weight Let us be still and
falling lie face to face and drink
each others breath Be still
Let us be still We lie secure
within the careful mind of death
1 comment:
Thanks for posting that poem. I love May Swenson's poetry.
The last part, about the mind of death, reminds me of Death, the narrator of Markus Zusak's wondrous novel The Book Thief.
Thanks again
Anne Higgins
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