Tonight is the final night of
Chanukah, so I thought perhaps it would be appropriate to share this little jewel of a poem by Mark Strand.
The Coming of the Light
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
Riiiiighttt.............
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ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing such a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteI loved it, thank you for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. thank you, Josh
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful. Thank you ♥
ReplyDeleteHow pretty!
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