What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past?” ~ Mark Strand. from “No Words Can Describe It”

Started a post today, but didn’t get very far with it, so I decided to post the following (reblogged from Dreaming in the Deep South:

A Poem For Sunday

Lightleaf

                   

Fiction

I think of the innocent lives
Of people in novels who know they’ll die
But not that the novel will end. How different they are
From us. Here, the moon stares dumbly down,
Through scattered clouds, onto the sleeping town,
And the wind rounds up the fallen leaves,
And somebody—namely me—deep in his chair,
Riffles the pages left, knowing there’s not
Much time for the man and woman in the rented room,
For the red light over the door, for the iris
Tossing its shadow against the wall; not much time
For the soldiers under the trees that line
The river, for the wounded being hauled away
To the cities of the interior where they will stay;
The war that raged for years will come to a close,
And so will everything else, except for a presence
Hard to define, a trace, like the scent of grass
After a night of rain or the remains of a voice
That lets us know without spelling it out
Not to despair; if the end is come, it too will pass.

~ Mark Strand

 

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2 thoughts on “What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past?” ~ Mark Strand. from “No Words Can Describe It”

  1. It would be neat to read a poem like this and then run across the book that the author was talking about… (Or, at least, one that fit…)

    I am enjoying One River by Wade Davis. I might finish tonight or tomorrow. I might have to start looking for pictures of some of the places he describes. There must be many beautiful places in South America that most people never get to see. It’s amazing how much natural beauty this world has. If only [some of our] interiors were half so beautiful…

    • I love his poems.

      I know that there are vast stretches of South America that must be incredible, and I also know that the entire continent isn’t run by drug lords, but for some reason, I have always been afraid to go to any countries there.

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