Sunday, 12 April 2015

I do not know which to prefer*


I do not know which to prefer

A perfect round blooming sun

On the thin bough of the horizon

Or the wrapping of the silver shawl

Woven with moonbeam

One is Truth yet hard to bear

The other is only a Reflection

Of the reality


I do not know which to prefer

The gigantic and unmoved waves

Of shaggy rocks stilled by time

Or the dancing feet of the ocean

That wove wanderlust into the mind

One is pure meditation hard to be

The other is unceasing work

And no Repose



*I used the line “I do not know which to prefer” of Wallace Stevens’ poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird



Posted for Grace’s Sunday’s Mini-challenge: Wallace Stevens @ Real Toads