71: The Red Poppy by Louise Gluck


The great thing

is not having

a mind. Feelings:

oh, I have those; they

govern me. I have

a lord in heaven

called the sun, and open

for him, showing him

the fire of my own heart, fire

like his presence.

What could such glory be

if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,

were you like me once, long ago,

before you were human? Did you

permit yourselves

to open once, who would never

open again? Because in truth

I am speaking now

the way you do. I speak

because I am shattered.

 

 

This poem can be found in the volume, The Wild Iris.

Think about how the poem made you feel. Could you imagine yourself as a flower? Does the simplicity of that existence sometimes hold appeal?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.

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