National Poetry Month

[brigdh]

Lines for Winter Mark Strand
for Ros Krauss

Tell yourself
as it gets cold and grey falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself-
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tunes your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back
and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your
limbs
that you love what you are.

Comments

a bit random, but

[bluedelirium.livejournal.com]

Just wanted to say that I love the poetry that you've been posting this month.

Random is good

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm so glad to hear that.

[b-hallward.livejournal.com]

Oh I love Strand -- and this poem hits so many of my kinks it's not even funny *goes back to read it again*

Much love for your choice of poetry XD

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

I adore this poem so much. I really glad you like it, too!