Antidotes to the fear of death
Sometimes as an antidote
To fear of death,
I eat the stars.
Those nights, lying on my back,
I suck them from the quenching dark
Till they are all, all inside me,
Pepper hot and sharp.
Sometimes, instead, I stir myself
Into a universe still young,
Still warm as blood:
No outer space, just space,
The light of all the not yet stars
Drifting like a bright mist,
And all of us, and everything
Already there
But unconstrained by form.
And sometimes it’s enough
To lie down here on earth
Beside our long ancestral bones:
To walk across the cobble fields
Of our discarded skulls,
Each a treasure, like a chrysalis,
Thinking: whatever left these husks
Flew off on bright wings.
Sometimes as an antidote
To fear of death,
I eat the stars.
Those nights, lying on my back,
I suck them from the quenching dark
Till they are all, all inside me,
Pepper hot and sharp.
Sometimes, instead, I stir myself
Into a universe still young,
Still warm as blood:
No outer space, just space,
The light of all the not yet stars
Drifting like a bright mist,
And all of us, and everything
Already there
But unconstrained by form.
And sometimes it’s enough
To lie down here on earth
Beside our long ancestral bones:
To walk across the cobble fields
Of our discarded skulls,
Each a treasure, like a chrysalis,
Thinking: whatever left these husks
Flew off on bright wings.
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Date: 2004-03-07 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-07 11:57 pm (UTC)Your icons are great, BTW.
I am posting this poem in my journal and crediting you so that my other friends may enjoy it, if you don't mind.
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Date: 2004-03-08 08:14 am (UTC)if you buy the book 'A Responsiblity to Awe' that this poem comes from, then there is a short essay in the back about Elizabeth's life that explains her interest in both poetry and science. i really recommend searching the book out.
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Date: 2004-03-09 03:19 pm (UTC)