A perigee full Moon brings with it slightly higher"perigean tides," but is not, as claimed by many on the Internet, a portent of natural disasters, except for poetry.
Why should there be
a season to living
Find what you love
not in time's transaction
but in rich round fruit
tasting not of limits
The beauty of the earth
savored like the thought
of heaven
The souls sweet season
is within yourself
heat more sudden than June
Torrents of rain,
moods somber in snow
grievings alone
or unsubdued ecstasies
when the Spring water flows
drenching the warm earth
All desires and all losses
Gusty passions
on wet roads of Summer nights;
in the golden rush of Autumn,
and the blaze of Winter fire.
fueling the heart's heat.
- Brigid 2011
Sweet words. Has an Elliot flavor to them.
ReplyDeleteT.S. Eliot wrote of the heart's heat. I always liked that phrase. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI don't even consider myself well read at all when it comes to poetry and I had thoughts of (not gonna resort to Google to get this right) "The Love Song of something something Prufrock". (That was almost 30 years ago, people, my recall isn't what it used to be. I am not Prince Valiant, nor was meant to be...)
ReplyDeleteAnd here I thought a "perigree" was some kind of bird.
ReplyDeleteNice poem though.
I have been looking forward to this moon for weeks. But we got unseasonal cloud cover. Bummer. Beautiful poem Brigid.
ReplyDeleteLayers of meaning in that poems - re-reading it reveals a bit more each time. Nice photos, too.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post Brigid.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem Brigid.
ReplyDeleteMissed the perigee moon last night. Clouded over here too.
Love the pic. of the moon and a beautiful poem. Thanks
ReplyDeleteVery nice as always Brigid, and that WAS a big moon! :-)
ReplyDeleteA beauteous poem, Brigid.
ReplyDeleteThe Psalmist said that the "sun would not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night."
I exclaimed on it last night, as I watched such a lovely, terrible rising of the blood-red moon ghosting behind the mist of the east winds along the ocean. It makes one feel rather small and vulnerable in the grand play of the galaxies.
Rev Paul - layers of meaning? Hmm. The roads of summer in my dreams might include a 5.4 L, Modular 500 hp supercharged V8. So yes, some deeper meanings.
ReplyDeleteBrigid,
ReplyDeleteOK...well, I do recall a time when you were driving and we really needed to get away from some people that had decided I was someone they really wanted to spend more time with. And, I definately did NOT want to spend time with them.
As I recall, I nearly got out of the car you were driving and got in with them!
SWModel66
The new Shelby GT500 has 550 hp this year, not 500. ;)
ReplyDeleteSo you have good taste in cars, let's talk about trucks...
(just kidding, my truck is a 62 Chevy)
Ok, you watched Bullitt ten times?
ReplyDeleteI am impressed!
From an autobiography from Iacocca: Every time Mr. Ford shook hands with Mr. Shelby it cost the company a million dollars. Not bad for a chicken farmer!
Nice cars! Owned a 67 for about an hour. Interesting story!