Monday, April 7, 2014

Scraps of moon, by Denise Levertov


Gabriel Fauré - Cantique de Jean Racine

Scraps of moon
bobbing discarded on broken water
 but sky-moon
complete, transcending
all violation
Here she seems to be talking to herself about
the shape of a life:
Only Once

All which, because it was
flame and song and granted us
joy, we thought we'd do, be, revisit,
turns out to have been what it was
that once, only; every invitation
did not begin
a series, a build-up: the marvelous
did not happen in our lives, our stories
are not drab with its absence: but don't
expect to return for more. Whatever more
there will be will be
unique as those were unique. Try
to acknowledge the next
song in its body-halo of flames as utterly
present, as now or never.

2 comments:

Lydia said...

This is so beautiful, perfectly matched. I always gain something sweet or great or needed when I visit your beautiful blog. Thank you for the great care you put into each and every wonderful post.

Manuela said...

Dear Lydia,
how happy your comment makes me! I rarely get to hear from visitors - which is ok, it's more of a contemplative space - but this was a particularly meaningful post for me. I feel moved to know it also speaks to you.
Many blessings,
Manuela