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from A Ring of Endless Light - Madeleine l'Engle
Suggested by ~crystelclear1104
The earth will never be the same again
Rock, water, tree, iron, share this grief
As distant stars participate in the pain.
A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf,
A dolphin death, O this particular loss
A Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried
If this small one was tossed away as dross,
The very galaxies would have lied.
How shall we sing our love's song now
In this strange land where all are born to die?
Each tree and leaf and star show how
The universe is part of this one cry,
Every life is noted and is cherished,
And nothing loved is ever lost or perished.
Suggester's comment: "This was taken from A Ring of Endless Light. The main character writes this after someone dies. It is so beautiful."
Madeleine l'Engle was born November 29, 1918 and was an American writer best known for her Young Adult fiction. Her works reflect both her Christian faith and her interest in modern science. She died September 6, 2007.
the seventeenth of the month
finds me pacing the woods,
finds me on the ground, dirt and ice
mixing to mud beneath my knees
you are dirt and i am ice
you hold your mouth as pretty
as a fish, as careful
as you can
here, it is seventeen,
i am seventeen,
prying open the legs of wolves
shattering pelvic bones
and scraping away at the greyish marrow
to keep it,
to keep something
that reminds me of you
the morning you
became the color white and i saw you
i touched you in the bathroom,
i stirred you into my coffee,
i saw you fly, once
you pushed the slivers of cartilage
aside to reveal the palace built
around my heart
and asked if you could sleep
somewhere in me
to while away the time.
i am ice and you are dirt
you are grit, rubbing raw
the skin of a peach
with a scissor blade,
you are eggshell, crushed and swallowed,
you are flowing, desirable,
the tiny gasp i gave the air,
stones in my pocket
as i step into the sea.
perhaps i should have said no,
to the soft kisses you promised
and the gentle high
for i never knew
that once i let you in
you would stay
"and i'm not sure what the trouble was
that started all of this
the reasons all have run away
but the feeling never did
it's not something i would recommend
but it is one way to live"
This poem was submitted on September 4, 2011.
*porcelline, or Lily, is from Christmas Island and has been on deviantART since Feb 6, 2010.
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