August 22, 2010

liquid.

Isn't there a solid knot in my throat
and a heat in my mind
grieving my eyes?

I shall escape
the draughts of thought
in blank smoothness, no creases on my face

until the peace
ripples my skin,
and earth and heaven be one.

2 comments:

Michael said...

". . . in blank smoothness, no creases on my face

until the peace
ripples my skin, . . ."

That first part of that quote troubled be for a bit . . . and then (with the rest) it made sense, and I just sort of went "Oh! I get it!" (at least a little bit) :)

Lis said...

_and earth and heav'n be one_

Do you remember? =) This comes from a thought quite opposite and yet not-so-far-off from what seems to be the purpose of that poem... Do you know? =)

[guess what! You're sitting four feet away from me! I'm looking at you!]