“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” --Sylvia Plath
Monday, June 28, 2010
Monday's Poem: In Passing
This poem is from the prelude to a book I just received as a gift--Alive Together by Lisel Mueller. Enjoy.
In Passing
How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness
and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:
as if what exists, exits
so that it can be lost
and become precious
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