Fall crept through my nostrils like silver smoke and haunted me again today. There was an aura in the air of something dying that should die, something broken eroding away, a decrepitude that would be eclipsed and transformed by death.
What should I call this sensation? Good death?
This happens to me every year when Summer starts sliding into fall, a subtle kind of Sehnsucht longing. An inaudible siren, just woodsmoke in the air.
::
I see dead leaves
In thriving grass—
Autumn falls on Summer,
Crushing the hazy warmth
With sweet decay,
And I see in the pattern
Of dwindling fire,
Of welcome passage,
A world that is happily
Passing away.
::
Finally we'll follow, and I think that in the end, we will not mourn but rather celebrate earth’s first and final birthday.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Earth Is Dying Happy
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2 comments:
Sehnsucht... what a beautiful word, conveying so much. Me thinks that amorphous, hybrid body of words known as the English language would do well to adopt this beauty. Speaking of beauty: "Autumn falls on Summer,
Crushing the hazy warmth
With sweet decay"
Your poetry captures notions I never would have credited words capable of doing.
Your collection of contrasts in this poem really struck a chord with me: Thriving/dead, sweet/decay, Autumn/Summer, happily/passing away, etc. This poem drips of bittersweetness and gave voice to my heart's leanings toward Autumn. This is a Spirit-filled piece. Not many long for the glorious winding down of time as we know it. Keep writing poetry like this. It informs the mind and speaks to the spirit!
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