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A vase can be beautiful, And can be filled with the ephemeral or the immortal. If I think of you as a vase; I think art nouveau, Willowy, beautiful, in a languorous setting, Among a cast of Greek characters Staged around a classic reflecting pool, It’s water stirred slightly by everlasting Considerations of life. The vase, tall, green, sinewy, Can halt anarchy in nature, As it sits resplendent, monarchical; That may be enough. But sleek ceramic fails to define. Oh, filled with garden beauty, that vase May win the contest of the day, But nature vigorously corrodes And the vase declines. Yet it can become more radiant, as its soul, Alive and growing, shows through. May you, best philosopher for you, Deny custom that leaves only emptiness. Let muscle ache from the pull of the oar, Feel the dog bite, Taste the chocolate that tightens the throat. Remember: the leaves of summer will be still; The undulant song of the cicadas Will rises and fall, rise and fall, As swarms of blackbirds wheel to that sound. These things, and the vase, Are all we know of life, and are all of life.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
To my Daughter at Twenty-one
A vase can be beautiful, And can be filled with the ephemeral or the immortal. If I think of you as a vase; I think art nouveau, Willowy, beautiful, in a languorous setting, Among a cast of Greek characters Staged around a classic reflecting pool, It’s water stirred slightly by everlasting Considerations of life. The vase, tall, green, sinewy, Can halt anarchy in nature, As it sits resplendent, monarchical; That may be enough. But sleek ceramic fails to define. Oh, filled with garden beauty, that vase May win the contest of the day, But nature vigorously corrodes And the vase declines. Yet it can become more radiant, as its soul, Alive and growing, shows through. May you, best philosopher for you, Deny custom that leaves only emptiness. Let muscle ache from the pull of the oar, Feel the dog bite, Taste the chocolate that tightens the throat. Remember: the leaves of summer will be still; The undulant song of the cicadas Will rises and fall, rise and fall, As swarms of blackbirds wheel to that sound. These things, and the vase, Are all we know of life, and are all of life.
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sam-g-lusk
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
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