Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Time out for a poem ...

Earthquake

Eppur si muove. And so
It does, and not only
Round and about, but deep
Inside, a floating island adrift
On its own fiery heart. Ground beneath
Murmurs and gives way,
Walls about shake and sway,
Revealing in a trice
Solidity’s fragility.


4 comments:

  1. beautiful, moving, and awesome

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  2. Yes, indeed beautiful.

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  3. The only earthquake poetry that comes to mind offhand is Empson's Aubade

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