Monday, July 10, 2017

Of Molluscs - May Sarton

Of Molluscs

As the tide rises, the closed mollusc
Opens a fraction to the ocean's food,
Bathed in its riches. Do not ask
What force would do, or if force could.

A knife is of no use against a fortress.
You might break it to pieces as gulls do.
No, only the rising tide and its slow progress
Opens the shell. Lovers, I tell you true.

You who have held yourselves closed hard
Against warm sun and wind, shelled up in fears
And hostile to a touch or tender word—
The ocean rises, salt as unshed tears.

Now you are floated on this gentle flood
That cannot force or be forced, welcome food
Salt as your tears, the rich ocean's blood,
Eat, rest, be nourished on the tide of love.

--May Sarton


Harlequin said...

Nature always knows ... "To understand is to perceive patterns - there in the open and not wildly in the dark" ... Leave it to us humans to confuse? ... Quite excellent

Iulia Flame said...

This poet took Rilke's advice to do the "heart-work" on the images imprisoned within, it seems. Thank you for stopping and enjoying. Be well. xx

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