Shall I then honor and obey?
I who only heed the Autumn whispers
That my spirit might flutter and utter
Poetry who is the wife and master
Of my piercing eyes of December
Now I am filled, with happiness and quiet
I’ll hold you even dear, you passing friends
I have found my pilgrimage shelter
The gold-hammered love of words
It’s enough for me, to write a while
In encrimsoned freshening dew
For Autumn soft-wind-twisted leaves
And emotions in the freight of my heart
That abides by wild beasts, forest brothers
I take all these into my good report for keeps
And do not ask the Lord for anything
I am self-sufficient in my lonely work
And I kiss the cruelty of fate at every turn
No little thing to barter one’s life with
A little art, forsaken love of something
That brings no direct external profit
Only a sense of what the seasons serve
My Amageddon’s vast terrific hour.
this is a complex to understand – any music sign showing a different meaning!!
Lovely and great depth of feeling and thought!
“My Amageddon’s vast terrific hour.” << Beautiful. The whole thing, I loved it.
The other day my friend sent me a picture of a tree just beginning to change colors for fall. I wrote a thank you to the tree for his life. It was half joking, but really, the fall is such a reminder of how precious all life is. When we can grasp passing, we can embrace life so much fuller.
That is what your wonderful poem reminds me of. xoxo abodyofhope
Thank you, my Dad has recently been diagnosed with Lung Cancer, so I couldn’t agree with you more! Life is precious.
Oh, I’m so very sorry! My heart goes out to you, your father, and your family.
My prayers are with you.