[poem] Only This

[kaberett]

And if the Earth should be too great a gift
(too inconvenient, too delicate, too messy)
then I will give my self to you instead
(for all the same might well be said of me).
I conceive myself in motion. I believe
myself most wholly in these momentary
scraps of grace; perhaps what scares me most
is to be still. The closest, I suspect, that I will come
is falling into orbit around your indifferent sun.

Comments

[kaberett]

(I love the handful of earth you are/because of its meadows, vast as a planet/I have no other star -- Neruda, Sonnet XVI)

[cosmolinguist]

Ooh, this gives me shivers.

[kaberett]

It is the poem that got me into Neruda and I adore it!

[kaberett]

Also how many loved your moments of glad grace, which I love much more dearly for that line than the poem as a whole deserves, I think.

[alexseanchai]

perhaps what scares me most / is to be still

Something about that bit in particular. Dunno what though.

[calissa]

It is a rather nice enjambment.

[kaberett]

Thank you :-)

[calissa]

Beautiful <3

[kaberett]

Thank you. ♥

[fyreharper]

Oooh :)

[kaberett]

Thank you!

[vass]

"passing scraps of grace"

Yes.

[kaberett]

(I will make a patchwork quilt out of them)

[fyreharper]

<3

[vass]

♥ ♥ ♥

[danohu]

I love this one

[kaberett]

Thank you so much for saying!