Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Coming of Light

by Mark Strand


Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.

please note: art by Marc Chagall

11 comments:

  1. I love this poem--thank you for posting it!!

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  2. the words of this poem seem intrinsically linked to the artwork... beautiful...

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  3. The Chagall looks like it was made for the poem. Wonderful.

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  4. I have adored this poem for years, more as I grow older. It's amazing what can happen to us old people.

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  5. Reminds me of some of the late poems of HD when she fell in love with her doctor dear the end of her life.

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  6. I believe, I believe.
    Truly lovely and so perfectly paired with Chagall.
    Leaves me floating . . . g'night

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  7. Wonderful, this is one to read right before bed, for sweet dreams :-).

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  8. Mark Strand - one of my favorite poets and also in the next post Sharon Olds. Like a nice gift you left for me!

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