The Wish to Be Generous
All that I serve will die, all my delights,
the flesh kindled from my flesh, garden and field,
the silent lilies standing in the woods,
the woods, the hill, the whole earth, all
will burn in man's evil, or dwindle
in its own age. Let the world bring on me
the sleep of darkness without stars, so I may know
my little light taken from me into the seed
of the beginning and the end, so I may bow
to mystery, and take my stand on the earth
like a tree in a field, passing without haste
or regret toward what will be, my life
a patient willing descent into the grass.
willing descent into the grass...ReplyDelete
yes, that maggie, and this...ReplyDelete
so I may know my little light taken from me into the seed of the beginning and the end...
gorgeous, once again miss elizabeth
All that I love will live.ReplyDelete
Enshrined in memories that are not to be forgotten inside the hearts of those my love has touched.
All that I love will live.
When I am nothing more than a memory myself, I know,
with certainty of truth
that all that I love will live.
Then I will fly into my lonely star, comeback as rain to touch once again all that I loved. Alive.
Allegra -- That is worthy of a post of your own, on your blog. So, so beautiful. And sobering, really.ReplyDelete