WHAT I BELIEVE
by Michael Blumenthal
I believe there is no justice,
but that cottongrass and bunchberry
grow on the mountain.
I believe that a scorpion's sting
will kill a man,
but that his wife will remarry.
I believe that, the older we get,
the weaker the body,
but the stronger the soul.
The rest is here, including my favorite part:
"I believe in destiny.
And I believe in free will."
Tricia has the round up this week at The Miss Rumphius Effect.
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteThis is so true.
ReplyDeleteI thought about posting this one last week! Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a beautiful poem. I sure hope it's true about the soul getting stronger . . .
ReplyDeleteThis poem makes me kinda sad: no justice, being pulled down, nobody by your side. But I am glad he does offer glimpses of hope: in being comforted by air, and being pulled by gentleness.
ReplyDeleteMary Lee,
ReplyDeleteBeing a sixty-something--I'd say the following is my favorite part of the poem:
"I believe that, the older we get,
the weaker the body,
but the stronger the soul."
I like the use of repetition in the poem. A great selection for Poetry Friday.
Amazing sculpture and thoughful poem. I like the stanza about the darkness.
ReplyDeleteWow,a great poem. I am glad you shared it with us. Where is that sculture?
ReplyDeleteJone,
ReplyDeleteThe sculpture is outside the Phoenix Convention Center. Lots of great art in and around their convention center -- very fun!
Wow. This is my favorite poem I've read in weeks. The best part:
ReplyDeleteI believe that, when all
the clocks break,
time goes on without them.
Love that. Thanks for sharing!
There's a beauty and balance in this that invites re-reading. Glad to have discovered it.
ReplyDeleteNow that is quite a lot to believe. But I do believe it, too. (I came from Black-Eyed Susan's.)
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