Oh, how poetry makes us sane, shows our madness, opens a space for the heart to hear its own beat, know its limitations….
Leave-Taking by Louise Bogan
I do not know where either of us can turn
Just at first, waking from the sleep of each other.
I do not know how we can bear
The river struck by the gold plummet of the moon,
Or many trees shaken together in the darkness.
We shall wish not to be alone
And that love were not dispersed and set free–
Though you defeat me,
And I be heavy upon you.
But like earth heaped over the heart
Is love grown perfect.
Like a shell over the beat of life
Is love perfect to the last.
So let it be the same
Whether we turn to the dark or to the kiss of another;
Let us know this for leavetaking,
That I may not be heavy upon you,
That you may blind me no more.
“Leave-Taking” by Louise Bogan, from A Poet’s Prose: Selected Writings of Louise Bogan. (c) Swallow Press, 2005. Reprinted with permission.
Such poems make me breathe differently….