Blue river, icy sunk
where something but nobody fell
Now theology is necessary
for the way there are these holes & questions
Père Noël, whose presents like questions
come from the mind:
Let me be helpless & hopeless this coming year
let me know God and not feel fear
Winter tones are rose & glass
the sun as false as all nostalgias
If this world isn’t good enough for us
then an afterlife won’t be enough
***
Dry is the word for a life of solitude
But a flood would be like a two-faced friend
one thing in a virgin forest, another in a garden
bed
As the moon is an alien rock
one who has attended history intact
is only an ornament
–Fanny Howe, from “Lines Out to Silence”
I’ve been a fan of Fanny and of her poetry for a long time. Just recently I realized I have never posted any of her work here, so this is long overdue.
I like this…at once seeing yet knowing everything to be revealed will be through third eye.
Lovely poem. The icy, serene winter photo is a pleasing accompaniment.
Diana, Great comment. Thank you Stephanie for your words. Fanny is talented and such a good person, one of those poets who has supported so many others. Glad you both connected too.
What a wonderful poet! I am not familiar with her work so I am going to go looking.
Thank you.
M, She is very prolific–you’ll enjoy this search.