Purpose

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews—
waiting for the bite, the catch, the hook we dig in
all muscle, tug and trudge. We turn and turn. If I were

to say, beauty along the spiraling length of days
is all I want, and wine at the well—is that a heartless
if earnest lie? The pearl of our earth in black space
can’t reply

 

First line is from W.H. Auden’s poem, “Death’s Echo.”

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22 thoughts on “Purpose

  1. This is fabulous! The second line so wonderfully builds on Auden’s and that second stanza is pure magic! The pearl of our earth, wine at the well and “beauty along the spiralling length of days” – exquisite perfection! I also love the final rhyme – a wonderful note to end on.

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  2. I enjoyed reading and re-reading the poem. The first stanza’s visceral images are for me so strong (“muscle, tug, and trudge”) that they overpower the ideal of “beauty” in the second stanza. But the image of the pearl at the end is a lovely image to end with.

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