I so liked Spring last year
Because you were here; -
The thrushes too -
Because it was these you so liked to hear -
I so liked you.
This year's a different thing, -
I'll not think of you.
But I'll like the Spring because it is simply Spring
As the thrushes do.
Sunday 17 September 2017
I so liked Spring by Charlotte Mew
Monday 11 September 2017
Stars By Jeff Foster
You are tired, friend.
Your body aches to rest.
Give in.
You have wanted to fall apart for so long.
To let go of your defences.
To be transparent and authentic.
Your cynicism has protected you.
Your fear has served you well.
Your dreams of enlightenment were beautiful dreams.
But there is no need to hold your 'self' together any longer.
Surrender.
Or simply stop pretending that you don't know 'how'.
Fail.
Fall.
The vastness will hold you.
Only illusions can disappear.
The deeper the heart breaks
The more love it can hold.
Don't tell me you are not worthy.
Don't tell me you are not made of stars.
Your body aches to rest.
Give in.
You have wanted to fall apart for so long.
To let go of your defences.
To be transparent and authentic.
Your cynicism has protected you.
Your fear has served you well.
Your dreams of enlightenment were beautiful dreams.
But there is no need to hold your 'self' together any longer.
Surrender.
Or simply stop pretending that you don't know 'how'.
Fail.
Fall.
The vastness will hold you.
Only illusions can disappear.
The deeper the heart breaks
The more love it can hold.
Don't tell me you are not worthy.
Don't tell me you are not made of stars.
Failing and Flying By Jack Gilbert
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake, that everybody said it would never work.
That she was old enough to know better.
But anything worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed like a visitation, the gentleness in her like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky on the other side of that.
Listened to her while we ate lunch.
How can they say the marriage failed? Like the people who came back from Provence (when it was Provence) and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.
It's the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake, that everybody said it would never work.
That she was old enough to know better.
But anything worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed like a visitation, the gentleness in her like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky on the other side of that.
Listened to her while we ate lunch.
How can they say the marriage failed? Like the people who came back from Provence (when it was Provence) and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.
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