Wednesday, June 06, 2012

897. Secure - May Swenson

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:

Anne Higgins said...

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