Beseiged: A Poem
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Such sweet succulence stolenin the night when I did not lie sleeping,
when I assumed the sound of ruin
was in my head, something I had said,
regretted saying, and not the doe and her fawn
in the garden of fritillary. They had been so spooned
over with near fruit, my spotted lilies.
They had been so verging close to giving me
morning more still and lovely than any
night. How fleeting, how wretched,
the possibility of meaning.
11 comments:
The picture, the poem, all of it--just incredible
:)
Oh, I will keep those words and that image in my head and heart all day! That is truly beautiful, Beth.
'The possibility of meaning'...open always to interpretation, I guess...lovely thought.
Gorgeous!
Your poems are stunning to me, Beth.
XO
Anna
Wow. My favorite lines: "stolen / in the night when I did not lie sleeping" and "How fleeting, how wretched, / the possibility of meaning."
Ditto Emily Ruth.
Thank you, generous souls....
This is a neat poem.
Thank you!
Matt! Thank you.
:)
How you sweep us up and take us. So poignant.
Hi Beth!
The natural embezzling you illustrate took my straight to the words of my main man, William Shakespeare!
The sun's a thief,and with his great attraction/ Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,/ And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
Timon of Athens
I hope all is well with you and yours. I heard you will be teaching at UPenn this fall? My best friend just got accepted to the MSW program.. I'm sure I will be visiting her when she moves north, I'd love to see you too!
Hey there, Miss Kelsey C (gorgeous creature that you are). thank you for adding Mr. W.S. to the blog today, and yes, I'll be teaching at Penn in the fall, Monday afternoons. It'd be great to see you some time!
Hope all is right in your world.
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