I have been reading rather eclectically in the last week or so, and have been dipping in and out of poetry books for the first time in ages.
I rediscovered this by Stephen Spender, and have been haunted by it for the past few days. I thought I’d share it with you in lieu of having anything more interesting to say:
Your body is stars whose millions glitter here:
I am lost among the branches of this sky
Hear near my breast, here in my nostrils, here
Where our vast arms like streams of fire lie.
How can this end? My healing fills the night
And hangs its flags in worlds I cannot near.
Our movements range through miles, and when we kiss
The moment widens to enclose the years.
Beholders of the promised dawn of truth,
The explorers of immense and simple lines,
Here is our goal, men cried, but it was lost
Amongst the mountain mists and mountain pines.
So with this face of love, whose breathings are
A mystery shadowed on the desert floor:
The promise hangs, this swarm of stars and flowers,
And then comes the shutting of a door.