"Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful."
- Rita Dove, 1952 - present.
A collection of poesies for the poetic souls.There will be no new posts; this tumblelog is is now an archive.
There! See the line of lights,
A chain of stars down either side the street —
Why can’t you lift the chain and give it to me,
A necklace for my throat? I’d twist it round
And you could play with it. You smile at me
As though I were a little dreamy child
Behind whose eyes the fairies live… . And see,
The people on the street look up at us
All envious. We are a king and queen,
I should be glad of loneliness
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the unchanging ache of things,
If I could make a single song
As lovely and as full of light,
As hushed and brief as a falling star
On a winter night.