'A Terrible Permanence'

[browngirl]

This poem breaks my heart with its truth. So, here you go.



Things
Aline Kilmer
Sometimes when I am at tea with you,
I catch my breath
At a thought that is old as the world is old
And more bitter than death.

It is that the spoon that you just laid down
And the cup that you hold
May be here shining and insolent,
When you are still and cold.

Your careless note that I laid away
May leap to my eyes like flame,
When the world has almost forgotten your voice
Or the sound of your name.

The golden Virgin da Vinci drew
May smile on over my head,
And daffodils nod in the silver vase,
When you are dead.

So let moth and dust corrupt, and thieves
Break through, and I shall be glad,
Because of the hatred I bear to things
Instead of the love I had.

For life seems only a shuddering breath,
A smothered, desperate cry;
And things have a terrible permanence,
When people die.

Comments

[katarik.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhhhh.

Man, now I'm almost sorry I used Humdrum as a title for a story, because a line from this would've been even *better*.

I think I need to sit here for a minute and just stare, and then perhaps scribble frantically.

[vass]

Yeah.

Just... yeah.

[http://users.livejournal.com/__marcelo/]

True and bitter. I love it. Reminds me a lot of this one.

[ilyena_sylph]

Oh, but this is not the poem I needed to read this day.

Beautiful, though. And so be-damned true.

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

*hugs you tightly* It is so true, isn't it?

[ilyena_sylph]

*hugs back*

It really is. Entirely true, and entirely painful. But... it is gorgeous.