Monday, December 26, 2016

The Coming of Light

The Coming of Light
Mark Strand, 1934 - 2014

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.


silvereagle said...

So, this is how the Sun god looks!!! Amazing :-)

BosGuy said...

I love this poem, but have never heard it. Thank you for sharing.