‘Wed me to this hour’, a poem by S Francis

Wed me to this hour
That wraps its ring around me
Encircling what remains of before
When I was not what this is.

I became what desire made,
Not what needed making, so
Trembled.

I tremble again and again.

As gold shimmers in its pan
Waiting to be sifted from dirt
Melted down to begin again.

Written after reading ‘Now the hour bends down and touches me’ by Rilke from Book of Hours as translated by Edward Snow and published by North Point Press in New York, 2009

(C) Stephen Fuller, 2019

One thought on “‘Wed me to this hour’, a poem by S Francis

  1. What a great poem!! Loved this, My Friend!! So happy to read your words again! Seems they have a magic with me! I am again in your debt for supplying the seed of inspiration for a new poem – Gold Nugget. I will try and get this off to you tomorrow!! Hope all is well with You???
    Chuck

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