For Jessica, My Daughter Poem by Mark Strand

For Jessica, My Daughter

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Tonight I walked,
lost in my own meditation,
and was afraid,
not of the labyrinth
that I have made of love and self
but of the dark and faraway.
I walked, hearing the wind in the trees,
feeling the cold against my skin,
but what I dwelled on
were the stars blazing
in the immense arc of sky.

Jessica, it is so much easier
to think of our lives,
as we move under the brief luster of leaves,
loving what we have,
than to think of how it is
such small beings as we
travel in the dark
with no visible way
or end in sight.

Yet there were times I remember
under the same sky
when the body's bones became light
and the wound of the skull
opened to receive
the cold rays of the cosmos,
and were, for an instant,
themselves the cosmos,
there were times when I could believe
we were the children of stars
and our words were made of the same
dust that flames in space,
times when I could feel in the lightness of breath
the weight of a whole day
come to rest.

But tonight
it is different.
Afraid of the dark
in which we drift or vanish altogether,
I imagine a light
that would not let us stray too far apart,
a secret moon or mirror,
a sheet of paper,
something you could carry
in the dark
when I am away.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: daughter
Bijay Kant Dubey 03 January 2019

It is really a great poem from Strand where he goes philosophical taking it to the level of the self talk. To feel the transcendental spark is a novel aspect which he does it so in this poem.

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Thank you 25 March 2018

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Mark Strand

Mark Strand

Prince Edward Island, Canada
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