Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
There is having by having
and having by remembering.
All of it a glory, but what is past
is the treasure. What remains.
What is worn is what has lived.
Death is too familiar, even though
it adds weight. Passion adds size
but allows too much harm.
There is a poetry that asks for
this life of silence in midday.
A branch of geranium in a glass
that might root. Poems of time
now and time then, each
containing the other carefully.
by Linda Gregg from Things and Flesh, 1999
Posted by Biomagic / Ecoversity at 4:17 PM