spatial depths of being survive
the birth to death recurrences
of feet dancing on earth of sand;
vibrations of the dance survive
the sand; the sand, elect, survives
the dancer.
he can find no source
of magic adequate to bind
the sand upon his feet, his feet
upon his dance, his dance upon
the diamond body of his being.
nathan jean toomer
9 comments:
Just to dive in it and stay floating forever....wow!! Thank you for this!
Lovely words and the photos are breath-taking! Have a lovely day, Steven.
There is something very restful about those sky shots, steven. Have a nice day.
some poems are just to hard for me to fathom.
Poems are not meant to be 'understood' they just 'are'.
The music of the words must be enough.
Hmm - sand does tend to linger between the toes, though - Yuk! :)
I am in love with that last stanza! Amazing stuff! Thank you!
It's that word 'elect' that really throws me here, mmm...
It's hard to tell if you're looking up at the sky or down into the oceans and cloud cover. As above, so below.
Wow!
reya i love the swirling almost fractal feeling they suggest! steven
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