Friday, July 02, 2010
Richard Wilbur is one of my favorite poets (note the number of times I've posted The Writer) and The Beautiful Changes is a poem that I hold dearer every time I read it.
It reminds me a bit of e.e. cummings' somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond, in the whispering way it confesses that there's something in love that can simultaneously unnerve and complete us. Love and beauty are mysteries that grow in depth the longer we're immersed in them, the more we allow them to soak into us and become a part of us.
from the last stanza:
Your hands hold roses always in a way that
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things' selves for a second finding,
For a moment all that it touches back to
(I cannot find a spot online that appears to have permisson to reprint The Beautiful Changes in its entirety. So, you can go here, to the "search inside this book" page on Amazon, to read the whole poem. Plug in the title -- the poem is on page 392.)
The Poetry Friday roundup is at The Poem Farm.