If I can let you go as trees let go
Their leaves, so casually, one by one;
If I can come to know what they do know,
That fall is the release, the consummation,
Then fear of time and the uncertain fruit
Would not distemper the great lucid skies
This strangest autumn, mellow and acute.
If I can take the dark with open eyes
And call it seasonal, not harsh or strange
(For love itself may need a time of sleep),
And, treelike, stand unmoving before the change,
Lose what I lose to keep what I can keep,
The strong root still alive under the snow,
Love will endure - if I can let you go.
May Sarton
from The Autumn Sonnets
Friday, January 16, 2009
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2 comments:
Something I like to believe (but don't know if I'm as strong as the conviction):
Love is not a cage, rather Love is complete freedom.
As for the Dark, maybe it is scary because nothing restrains us anymore.
Loved the poem. Thanks for sharing.
You're right, freedom is loneliness.
But then, everyone in this world is Alone; no one can truly and completely merge into the other.
If you look at it from a different perspective, however, this loneliness is the most wonderful thing in life; The universe is indifferent to you, and hence it is kind.
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