?

Log in

things can change in a day
oh, bittersweet impermanence.
Love is in the waiting 
8th-Oct-2009 08:52 pm
black
Things are looking up now, for me at least. This poem serves as my pat on the back after everything I've been through this year. Thank goodness for poetry.


Wait

Galway Kinnell

 
Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.
Don't go too early.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.
Comments 
9th-Oct-2009 04:04 pm (UTC)
aaw hang in there sistar :-*
This page was loaded Jun 29th 2017, 2:09 pm GMT.