Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "Solstice Poem,"

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Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "Solstice Poem,"
May you find peace in the promise of the solstice night, that each day forward is blessed with more light. That the cycle of nature, unbroken and true, brings faith to your soul and well-being to you. Rejoice in the darkness, in the silence find rest, and may the days that follow be abundantly blessed.
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"Explain" they said.
And so I tried.
The meaning lost within furrowed brows of misunderstanding.
So I showed them.
Outside.
Showed them the sky, pink with clouds.
Showed them that fiery orange orb that is the Sun.
And the sky was theirs alone.
Candy floss haze and golden glow.
"Did you ever see such beauty?"
Silence. Loudly mocking.
Cocktail party smiles carefully fixed.
Tainted vision cannot perceive the magic of a summer's night.
What profit to be made from splendour?
And that great star slipped earthwards;
A bow to end the Solstice show.
Lights dimmed in preparation for the final player;
Soft shadows kneel to mark their entrance,
As darkness sweeps across the stage;
Resplendent in their summer cloak of darkest blues.
Cannot yet twinkle little star;
Await your cue.
And yet I cannot make them see any more than 'night' and 'day'
And it makes me cry.
wars bloom in their heads like flowers
Margaret Atwood, from Solstice Poem in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″
How can I teach her some way of being human that won't destroy her?
Margaret Atwood, “Solstice Poem,” Selected Poems II
Solstice
For the tide of winter
the stars alone
darkened from the moon,
haloes of profusion
penetrating the branches
Animal bellows
the fresh earth
the cold gust
a twinkle through oaks
a brutal breath
delivered promptly
Like rain
the remote aurora
lifting first one veil
and then another
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Margaret Atwood, from Solstice Poem, Selected Poems II (1976-1986)
I like transcendence And I can be lost with you Yours a soul too rare Blurry stars by eye Existence leaf surrounds wind Your kiss to emerge To a universe Of poetic you, my dare Only love unknown The borders at once Opposing and undefined Grounded & floating Morphina, sí, tú There again.. seasons again Heat hibernation Awake in coolness Tell me again, softly... mmmmm…. How to touch the world?
d--m for Morphina