The Opaqueness of Bodies, Looking at the Sky
Porter, Joan Rohr Myers, Anne
Anne Porter Looking at the Sky I never will have time I never will have time enough To say How beautiful it is The way the moon Floats in the air As easily And lightly as a bied Although...
...You are radiant with what you've been given...
...I never will have time enough To praise The way the stars Hang glittering in the dark Of steepest heaven Their dewy sparks Their brimming drops of light So fresh so clear That when you look at them It quenches thirst...
...There's an opaqueness in bodies that cries tor a witness to pull it from darkness and even at night the sky finds a source to show us its pieces in small bright bursts...
...I study the details: the flash from your eyes and the soft blur of lashes, while the form on the grass stripped of the features that mark you outlines an absence of light...
...Joan Rohr Myers The Opaqueness of Bodies You stand at the curb, a shadow sewn to your feet by the slant of the sun and I watch the effect as rays astonished by skin break and bounce back from your surface...
...Anne Porter Looking at the Sky I never will have time I never will have time enough To say How beautiful it is The way the moon Floats in the air As easily And lightly as a bied Although she is a world Made all of stone...
Vol. 115 • June 1988 • No. 12
