Taking Leave

 

I am that final thing,

A man learning to sing.

    Theodore Roethke, "The Dying Man"

 

 

  

In what little time I have left to me now

I want to live as simply as this sparrow,

 

Caring nothing of time, wakening into

The present hunger and song of each day,

 

The work of flight from one into the other,

A dreamless sleep in the dark of pines.

 

And when it is my time, to simply rise up

In my last grateful soaring, never knowing.

 





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2013-05-11 at 19:07

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Absolutely gorgeous!
2013-05-12


shells
Beautiful and bookmarked.
2013-05-12



I agree with Joe, countryfog this is beautifully composed. I find it a very moving piece too, in the wish to live and die simply, and I love the image of 'the dark of pines'. Well deserving of applause and bookmark.
2013-05-11


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
So succinctly, eloquently and beautifully said my friend. May your wish come to pass.

Joe
2013-05-11