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by Wallace Stevens
“An Ordinary Evening in New Haven.” |
We wander in wonder seeking love in possession. Desire is the built path we travel hoping love resides in that distant castle. Or we find companionship and, not knowing our own intent, trust this is raising ground, the magic sprout, lifting us, together, into the distant, unseen, castle Were life that easy would we not turn our backs? Climb a different mountain? We dream and yearn. Seek possesion of our life, our rightful castle While inward we hear dimly, silently the intuition there is no possesion of love. What is possessed is something else of far less value. With no measure known Love is spread around us. It is the raising ground. We be blessed if we find another lifted next to us; building the same castle, desiring as we do what we craft day by day. We wander then in wonder, in companionable desire, as we climb real mountains. |
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RD Savage
08/21/05 © 2005 |