Hi Sue,
This is a good poem. It would be made much better by finishing at stanza 5
after which you gild the lily too much I think and start becoming over
sentimental and begin to repeat.
bw
James
>From: Sue Scalf <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: wip, comments appreciated "Divination"
>Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2003 08:13:56 EST
>
>Divination
>
>
>The future is a dazzling sphere
>into which I cannot stare.
>Nor can I grasp an enormity so vast
>as a life without you here.
>
>The limits of sight are imposed
>on world-sized eyes; the future, nebulous,
>shines, blinds, or grows bleak and cold,
>and darkness itself becomes a grace bestowed.
>
>For all the occult arts: smoky swirls,
>dogbane and spells, pellet of owl,
>spirits summoned from the netherworld--
>none can return one hour of all we've known.
>
>Weathers of the heart, storms that rage,
>all that is frail, wind-tossed and aged,
>whatever can separate the living from the dead--
>none of these can be foretold, withheld.
>
>Now we balance the sphere of each brief day,
>not in fear but in infinite praise, saying
>over and over, "I love, I love,"
>our one incantation, our one prayer.
>
>At last when we lie side by side,
>though bones and dust, we shall be whole.
>For we will know the other's there.
>My buddy, sleep now for a while;
>
>I am here and all is well.
>Though eons come and go,
>we've had our lives, and we were blessed.
>Under grass there is no death.
>
>
>Sue Scalf
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