Poetry and Such
rebirth, rebirth, rebirthi repeat it as a hopefor absolution.is there enough water? only nature can save us, it seems.you are lovely.xoerin
mirrors in mirrors.
There is great beauty in these brief lines.And truth. We can't ever quite know or touch the other. The pool is always misted over. Gorgeous image.
What is that we're asking for, anyway? Rilke in the Elegies says that lovers are always looking for something that over their lover's shoulders. Anne Carson in "Eros the Bittersweet" says it is our own reflection in the Beloved's eye we're seeking. But here you suggest we come to the pool frosted (OK, misted) with desire which make the pool's reflection impenetrable, since our reach reverses the effect and makes us mirrors of our own desire. I think. See "A Year With Rilke" today for another meditation on those eternally blooming/fading flowers. And sorry for commenting in excess of your poem. But great stuff always billows this bellows of this windbag. -Brendan
This is simply beautiful. Such depth in so few lines... and so much truth.