Hello Poets,
Looking for something to be this year? Ed Hirsch takes a walk to find his path.
Best,
Sam
I Am Going To Start Living Like A Mystic
Today I am pulling on a green wool sweater
and walking across the park in a dusty snowfall.
The trees stand like twenty-seven prophets in a field,
each a station in a pilgrimage – silent, pondering.
Blue flakes of light falling across their bodies
are the ciphers of a secret, an occultation.
I will examine their leaves as pages in a text
and consider the bookish pigeons, students of winter.
I will kneel on the track of a vanquished squirrel
and stare into a blank pond for the figure of Sophia.
I shall begin scouring the sky for signs
as if my whole future were constellated upon it.
I will walk home alone with the deep alone,
a disciple of shadows, in praise of the mysteries.
by Edward Hirsch, from Lay Back the Darkness, 2003
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