FAVORITE POEM #3

Celebrate National Poetry Month!


STARS


Alone in the night

On a dark hill

With pines around me

Spicy and still,



And a heaven full of stars

Over my head

White and topaz and misty red;



Myriads with beating

Hearts of fire

That aeons

Cannot vex or tire;



Up the dome of heaven

Like a great hill,

I watch them marching

Stately and still,.

And I know that I

Am honored to be

Witness

Of so much majesty.


- Sara Teasdale



Jim Reed, who is editor of Birmingham Arts Journal and owner of Reed Books and a dear friend of mine says, "More than any poem of childhood, 'Stars' captures the intense pleasure of facing the universe alone and knowing that one is not really alone. Its crisp, unpatronizing use of words both familiar and exotic gives the reader hope that this night on a hill might be repeated many times as needed, through a long and unknown future life."

I wish y'all could hear Jim read this one. Gorgeous.

Quick Update: As of yesterday's scan, MY FATHER IS CANCER-FREE!! Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers. "Survivor" really is a beautiful word.