Saturday, April 21, 2012

Gray day poem

 


A short poem on a serious subject that is nevertheless joyous, I think.   This is by Robinson Jeffers:

CREMATION

It nearly cancels my fear of death, my dearest said,
when I think of cremation.  To rot in the earth
is a loathsome end, but to roar up in flames--besides, I
       am used to it.
I have flamed with love or fury so often in my life
no wonder my body is tired, no wonder it is dying.
We had great joy of my body.  Scatter my ashes.

6 comments:

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

June -- this poem is definitively not morbid -- its undertone speaks to the joy of life -- at least to me it does. -- barbara

Rubye Jack said...

Actually, I find this a rather life-affirming poem. I love it.

June Calender said...

I'm so glad you both feel that way. To me the "we" in the last sentence tells of a wonderful relationship.

rraine said...

what a marvelous poem! i'm stealing it, to spread it afar.

there's a rumi quote:
now is the time to turn your heart into a temple of fire.

June Calender said...

Nice quote, rraine. I have a book of Rumi's work beside my bed, when I finish the current book of poetry, he's next.

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