Saturday, January 14, 2012

Poems that Reflect My Heart and Perspective at the Moment

Introspection, reflection, meditation, adjustment, courage, gumption--these all define my persona as I share these lines...enjoy!

i am not    done    yet                        
by Lucille Clifton  
as possible as yeast                                
as imminent as bread                                
a collection of safe habits                           
a collection of cares                                          
less certain than i seem                             
more certain than i was                             
a changed changer                                
i continue to continue                                      
where i have been                                      
most of my lives is                                     
where i am going

I dwell in possibility (#657)
by Emily Dickinson

I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer house than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--

Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--

Of Visitors--the fairest--
For Occupation--This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--

May today there be peace within
by Teresa of Avila

May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith
May you use your gifts that you have received, and pass on the 
       love that
has been given to you...
May you be content knowing you are a child of God...
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the
       freedom to
sing, dance, praise and love.                                
It is there for each and every one of us.

May 2
David Lehman

Someday I'd like to
go to Atlantic City with you
not to gamble (just being
there with you is enough
of a gamble) but to ride
the high white breakers
have a Manhattan and listen
to a baritone saxophone
play a tune called "Salsa 
Eyes" with you beside me
on a banquette but why
stop there let's go to 
Paris in November when
it's raining and we read 
the Tribune at La Rotonde
our hotel room has a big
bathtub I knew you'd like
that and we can be a couple 
of unknown Americans what
are we waiting for let's go

Leap Before You Look
by W.H. Auden

The sense of danger must not disappear:
The way is certainly both short and steep,
However gradual it looks from here;
Look if you like, but you will have to leap.

Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep
And break the by-laws any fool can keep;
It is not the convention but the fear 
That has a tendency to disappear.

The worried efforts of the busy heap,
The dirt, the imprecision, and the beer
Produce a few smart wisecracks every year;
Laugh if you can, but you will have to leap.

The clothes that are considered right to wear
Will not be either sensible or cheap,
As long as we consent to live like sheep
And never mention those who disappear.

Much can be said for social savoir-faire,
But to rejoice when no one else is there
Is even harder than it is to weep;
No one is watching, but you have to leap.

A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep
Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear:
Although I love you, you will have to leap;
Our dream of safety has to disappear.

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