Quote & Poem 5/4/2015
- Sarah King
- Apr 7, 2015
- 1 min read
"It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs." Thomas Hardy
An inert mass in the palm,
egg-like, smoothed by weather,
too cold to be living or dying.
The furious energies of matter,
are arrested here, made still for a moment
like a breath held underwater.
In the grain and speckles of its surface
is a chronicle in minature
of sky and earth, a prehistory
of spirit; then letting go, the invisible
magic of release and fall,
gravity's angel in the undergrowth.
NOEL DUFFY