Here's another nice one for you...
To See
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake
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i really like this....
another irish poet (been a lot on here lately)
We Are Living
What is this room
But the moments we have lived in it?
When all due has been paid
To gods of wood and stone
And recognition has been made
Of those who’ll breathe here when we are gone
Does it not takes its worth from us
Who made it because we were here?
Your words are the only furniture I can remember
Your body the book that told me most.
If this room has a ghost
It will be your laughter in the frank dark
Revealing the world as a room
Loved only for those moment when
We touched the purely human.
I could give water now to thirsty plants,
Dig up the floorboards, the foundation,
Study the worm’s confidence,
Challenge his omnipotence
Because my blind eyes have seen through walls
That make safe prisons of the days.
We are living
In ceiling, floor and windows,
We are given to where we have been.
This white door will always open
On what our hands have touched,
Our eyes have seen.
– by Brendan Kennelly
quite apt as i still haven't sold my hoose!
you can listen to the authors reading of this poem here...
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya....do?poemId=206
This one's for Freckle xxx
Moving Forward
The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
That I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can't reach.
With my senses, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
in the ponds broken off from the sky
my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Hugs to you MG. I'm sorry to say I missed your post on the controversial health thread and didn't want to add to the mayhem by posting there myself.
I've found the poets thread very helpful in the past. I hope you're ok.
I love this poem; thank you for sharing it.
Stef
xx