The Moment

 

                To write down all I contain at this moment

                I would pour the desert through an hour-glass,

                The sea through a water-clock,

                Grain by grain and drop by drop

                Let in the trackless, measureless, mutable seas and sands.

                For earth's days and nights are breaking over me,

                The tides and sands are running through me,

                And I have only two hands and a heart to hold the desert and the sea.

                What can I contain of it? It escapes and eludes me,

                The tides wash me away,

                The desert shifts under my feet.

                The Moment - Kathleen Raine

Comments

[Denise]

Wonderful. Thank you.

[little house]

You're welcome Denise. And there is something of the poem that fits now with my reading of your book. Which is simply LOVELY. I read it in one gulp yesterday and now will read through again and savour it. And will write to you afterwards :)

[Tracy]

That was beautiful. I connected with it so completely. Needed that.

[little house]

Hello Tracy, I'm so happy that you got a little something from the poem. And for me to find your comment waiting like a gift when I opened my blog for the first time in too long was just what I needed too :)