Friday, March 10, 2006

just, thinking

Saint Francis And The Sow
The bud
stands for all things,
even those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as Saint Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking
and blowing beneath
them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.

1980 by Galway Kinnell

3 comments:

eireann said...

I do love Galway Kinnell.

Do you read much poetry?

karma said...

I have to say my visit to the loloko corporate headquarters was very impressive...the factory and the shipping room were all top notch. And your staff was very polite and courteous.

Gillian Greding said...

Lovely poetry. Thanks for sharing.