Poetry Friday
The Phoenix Again
On the ashes of this nest
Love wove with deathly fire
The phoenix takes its rest
Forgetting all desire.
After the flame, a pause,
After the pain, rebirth.
Obeying nature’s laws
The phoenix goes to earth.
You cannot call it old
You cannot call it young.
No phoenix can be told,
This is the end of the song.
It struggles now alone
Against death and self-doubt,
But underneath the bone
The wings are pushing out.
And one cold starry night
Whatever your belief
The phoenix will take flight
Over the seas of grief
To sing her thrilling song
To stars and waves and sky
For neither old nor young
The phoenix does not die.
~May Sarton~
Another great poem!
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I love May Sarton’s poetry – thanks for featuring her again.
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So tired after a busy week. This gave me a lift thanks Marie x
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Me too x
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Marie,This is so beautiful and hopeful and reminds us that love never dies. It has extra meaning this week, as my home town in North Dakota is in the middle of its worst flood in history. Like the phoenix, Minot will rise again after this is over. I’m going to share a link on my hometown TV station’s FB page, which is sharing coverage nonstop. I know it will help people. Thank you!
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I am very touched by your sharing the poem and its meaning for Jackie.
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How moving
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What a moving poem! I love the image of the phoenix as it applies to the lives of people affected by cancer. I especially like this line: “No phoenix can be told/
This is the end of the song.” Touche!
XOXO,
Jan
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yes I was thinking the same about its metaphorical qualities in relation to BC Jan before I posted it.
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