As I missed Friday's poetic celebration, thought I'd post something interesting today. I've been reading this one for almost a week, chewing and pondering upon it, since it arrived in my email from Garrison.
Sole watchman of the flying stars, guard me
against my flicker of impulse lust: teach me
to see them as sisters & daughters. Sustain
my grand endeavours: husbandship & crafting.
Forsake me not when my wild hours come;
grant me sleep nightly, grace soften my dreams;
achieve in me patience till the thing be done,
a careful view of my achievement come.
Make me from time to time the gift of the shoulder.
When all hurt nerves whine shut away the whiskey.
Empty my heart toward Thee.
Let me pace without fear the common path of death.
Cross am I sometimes with my little daughter:
fill her eyes with tears: Forgive me, Lord.
Unite my various soul,
sole watchman of the wide & single stars.
Ohhh, must read this one again and again.
ReplyDeleteD. took a long exposure picture like that -- got the star streaks going. Lovely -- unfortunately we didn't get the curvature we wanted; too much city light. You have to let the camera go for HOURS in total darkness, and then you can see the tracks of the earth turning, which would be a wonderful thing...