Poetry Monday
I don't do Self-Portrait Tuesday (SPT), because it's too hard to secret away the office digital camera, and we all know I'm broke, so I ain't got my own camera. In lieu of SPT, then, here' s a poem for Poetry Monday (PM). It's one of my all-time favorites, and the only one I know by heart ... or the only one that's not really a dirty limerick that I know by heart:
Illumination, by R.T. Smith (1999)
As if some monk bored
in the cold scriptorium
had let his quill
wander from the morning
Gospel, two tendrils
of wisteria
have scrolled
their green fervour
into the weave of a wicker
deck chair to whisper
with each spiral,
every sweet leaf
and dew sparkle,
Brother, come
with us, come home.
There is no escape from nature. We may forget it, we may usurp it, we may depelete it, but it remembers us, just the same. That's kind of nice.
Illumination, by R.T. Smith (1999)
As if some monk bored
in the cold scriptorium
had let his quill
wander from the morning
Gospel, two tendrils
of wisteria
have scrolled
their green fervour
into the weave of a wicker
deck chair to whisper
with each spiral,
every sweet leaf
and dew sparkle,
Brother, come
with us, come home.
There is no escape from nature. We may forget it, we may usurp it, we may depelete it, but it remembers us, just the same. That's kind of nice.
posted by Sisters with Letters at
8:42 PM
3 Comments:
I loved the poem. Thankyou for sharing it. It does paint a vivid portrait of the outdoors to me.
I'm glad you liked it, hat girl. I don't know what it is -- I don't remember how/when I saw this poem, but it feels like it's been with me for a while, and I always get a nice warm feeling in my belly when I hear/read/say it aloud.
you had me at "hello" ... I mean, "furry bearer of unconditional love" yeesh.
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