Solar

April 29, 2009

I'm considering tossing a few poems on here – not mine… I stopped writing poetry after I left puberty… which, judging by my sad little legs was about fifteen minutes ago. 

I've been reading more and more poetry lately.  Nothing contemporary, don't worry.  Just the older stuff I adore.  Here's the inaugural poem:

Solar

Suspended lion face
Spilling at the centre
Of an unfurnished sky
How still you stand,
And how unaided
Single stalkless flower
You pour unrecompensed.

The eye sees you
Simplified by distance
Into an origin,
Your petalled head of flames
Continuously exploding.
Heat is the echo of your
Gold.

Coined there among
Lonely horizontals
You exist openly.
Our needs hourly
Climb and return like angels.
Unclosing like a hand,
You give for ever.

                        – Philip Larkin

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