In my ears
This song.
I must waltz.
Now.

Waltzing,
in a t-shirt
and underwear.

In my ears
This song--
and the vacuum.

One flick,
a narrow path of clean carpet--

the song is gone.

Well,
Behind the noise,
invisible.

Do I live this way?

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries

4 comments:

cuileann said...

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God


Noel, poetry like this makes me swoon...it really does make me physically swoon.

Noel De Vries said...

I know.

The first time I read that, I thought...

Elizabeth...

how?

cuileann said...

What poem does it belong to?

Noel De Vries said...

Aurora Leigh. Book vii.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning