In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
Mark Strand, “Keeping Things Whole” from Selected Poems. Copyright © 1979, 1980 by Mark Strand.
Strange in a Wow! sort of way. I read this multiple times just trying to grasp the fullness of what he’s saying. It’s not a concept my brain has ever worked with before, and I want to think on it more. Strangely wonderful. ~ Great post.
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Isn’t it wonderful? Strangely wonderful, I like that. It’s like a wormhole for your brain…and he’s right, you know.
Now to really blow your mind, read this in conjunction with yesterday’s piece.
Its final stanza:
The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall.
It is like a prayer to what is empty.
And what is empty turns its face to us
and whispers:
“I am not empty, I am open.”
Something we all can meditate on, I’m sure.
Happy Friday, c-
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Yes…
Being a bear of very little brain, I am new to Mark Strand. I have been all over Amazon since reading your post only to find that…basically, I’m a dunce and he’s been around for like a thousand years. (When I enter the room I am the absence of education… Or something like that.) Anyway, I’ll be making purchases of his work now, and want to Thank You(!) very much for the introduction. ~ Happy Friday to you as well. ~ Bill
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Maybe you’re not the absence of, maybe you are open to. 😉
I’m so glad you’re discovering Strand’s work. Sadly he died last November, but how lucky we are that his words live on.
This is one of my favorites (and there are links to read more about Strand):
You’re very kind, Bill, thank YOU!
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