Beauty

 

 

-for Katharine

apologies to Sophocles and Emerson

 

(a working document)

 

This is beautiful, this

Is not, what is

Beauty but that

Which we hunger

Like light, fundamental

Unarguable, self-evident

Principle of beauty

In the beginning

Was the word and we

See the world not

As it is but as

We are, this is

Beauty, the truth

That comes each morning

Sweeping down

Up, the birds

The tiny spirit

I see asking

Nothing, perfect

In their exacting

Form, flooding

The sky, it is

The snow

Last night

And now

If you listen

You can hear the chipmunk

Scurry away in the garage

I want to hear

A Chopin Etude

And look

She says it is

The black bear

The thick woods

Rainy days by the river

Pine

(more later)