Alone with myself wrapped in the dark
In the presence of nerves, sinew, tissue and bone
I can only seek and sense, not rest nor rise
Until I feel again the blessed light from your eyes
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"That's the funniest thing I've ever heard ..." by Nicholas Anderson, my nephew, then aged 12
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- Sarah Fordham
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- Sarah Larkin (nee Fordham) is a poet and experienced workshop facilitator and seminar speaker. A sample of her academic essays and magazine articles can be on academia.edu/SarahLarkin (see links page).
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"That's the funniest thing I've ever heard ..." by Nicholas Anderson, my nephew, then aged 12
2 comments:
This reminds me of the the words of John of the Cross......
' and may my eyes behold you, because you are their light,
and I would open them to you alone.
Reveal your presence,
and may the vision of your beauty be my death;
for the sickness of love
is not cured
exceept by you very presence and image ' ( Spiritual Canticle 10-11)
Viv Stacey
Gosh, that's amazing. I wasn't aware (at least consciously) of those lines from SJ. What inspired the poem was me waking at 3am to the sound of intense birdsong. It was just for a short time, but as I listened the first line came to me. ' I carried it on when I got up.
SJ's line 'may the vision of your beauty be my death' is really so deep. That is the line I will ponder on x
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