Saturday, June 12, 2010
Taken (poem)
TAKEN
First, you must let your heart
be broken open
in a way you have never
felt before, cannot imagine.
You will
not know if what you are feeling
is anguish or joy,
something predestined
or merely old wounds
flowing once more,
reminders of all that is
unfinished in your life.
Something will flood into
your chest
like air sweetened by
desert honeysuckle,
love that is too strong.
You will stand there,
very still,
not seeing what this is.
Later, you will not remember
any of this
until the next time
when you will say,
yes, yes, I have known this before,
it has come again,
just as your lids close shut
again.
(from "A Cloth of Fine Gold")
