Paul Archer - photo Paul Archer - poet, translator



Forces of Nature

This garden has a complex geometry
but the gale-force wind crumples up its calculations.

It bends the bushes, tilts the trees,
scythes through the stems of roses,
onto gravel paths it showers leaves.

Hearts too have a complex geometry
but gale-force love rips them from their foundations.

It shakes what hasn't stopped dead,
the ordered mind, what's left unsaid,
the tear-dry eye that stares ahead,

it takes no heed of curve, line or angle,
lifts the light and heavy, large and small,
beyond the pull of gravity to the universal.

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