May Sarton Poems
|2.||For My Mother||4/8/2015|
|3.||(from) The Invocation To Kali||4/9/2010|
|4.||A Country Incident||4/9/2010|
|6.||When A Woman Feels Alone||4/9/2010|
|7.||The Phoenix Again||4/9/2010|
|9.||Leaves Before The Wind||4/9/2010|
|10.||Now I Become Myself||4/9/2010|
Now I Become Myself
Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
'Hurry, you will be dead before-'
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into ...