A Feeling for Life
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Where
there is life there will one day be death. Can we trust the poetry of love to inspire
us with a spirituality transcending both? I happen to think so. Whatever, we should never underestimate the sum total of our lives or
see the creating of even a single love poem as time wasted.
As for
love itself, it comes in various shapes and forms...like poetry.
Me, I
enjoy reading and writing poems. Most of us, I suspect, simply get on with the
business of living them.
A FEELING FOR LIFE
As Death
stretches out
a greedy
hand to take you,
too well
I understand
its
craving for a life-saving
beauty
As Death
holds up
a
forbidding hand to me,
too well
it understands
my
craving for a life-saving
passion
Death’s
hands spread
in
despair at failing to keep
me from
you; over life,
its
victory assured, but never
over love
Where the
world lies
in
Death’s grasping palms,
find immortality
in every
love poem that
ever
lived
Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2012
[Note: An
earlier version of this poem appears in 1st eds. of The Third
Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly
Books, 2004; 2nd (revised) e-edition in preparation.]]
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