Saturday, 12 December 2015

101.) The Kite . . .




It was just around the corner
As it always is
In an open place there, waiting,
And I saw it just in time
Before it vanished
As I came there, where it was
Flushed with a happy anticipation
Full of answering surprise, for a new
Light that was in me, lifting like a kite!

It wasn’t made of anything that you
Could call, solid
Nor, held there by any earthly string
– And not a figment of the imagination
But, yes, it’s true – a thing of naught:
A little airborne diamond kite!
Made of nothing, but delight
Flying up there through the ether
Formed of lovely dancing light!

Two sticks that crossed, four points
Joined with string and brown paper
Streaming up and up – and away!
All my questions, all my sighs
All my unbending ways denied
All my helpless fears for love –
Arranged in ribbons there for rags
Tied in places, made the tail
And far it flew! – And flew away!




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