Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Those Who Mourn

Sad thoughts lope inside
like graceful giraffes
sparrows in the small bush
lift up your eyes.
How we squander our hours of pain.
Afraid that love is not enough
or is not what I thought it was
at all.
Let everything happen to you
beauty and terror
just keep going
no feeling is final.
If you ask me with shaded eyes
why I still hope
I will run away laughing
with a hungry, animal sound. 

Lines 1-4: Northernists, "Mama and the Loerie"
Line 5: Rilke, "Tenth Duino Elegy"
Line 6: credit to Madeleine L'Engle, "The Summer of the Great-Grandmother"
Lines 9-12: Rilke

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