SOLITUDE
by Beverly Finney
after One for Solitude by Laura Crooks
Loneliness is the poverty of
self; solitude is the richness of self.
—May Sarton, Belgian-born American poet (1912-1995)
—May Sarton, Belgian-born American poet (1912-1995)
Take me to the
place where things grow wild,
where brambles are bejeweled with berries,
vines hang with sapphires of muscadines.
where brambles are bejeweled with berries,
vines hang with sapphires of muscadines.
Drop me off at the
edge of the woods
where the stalwart poplars rise and the oaks,
wearing skirts of dogwood in spring.
where the stalwart poplars rise and the oaks,
wearing skirts of dogwood in spring.
Part ways with me
near the rolling pasture
in which cows with languid brown eyes graze,
so I can follow them to the shaded winding creek.
in which cows with languid brown eyes graze,
so I can follow them to the shaded winding creek.
In such uninhabited
environs where the air
is sweet and the summer rain falls freely,
I will find what rests in the seed of my soul.
is sweet and the summer rain falls freely,
I will find what rests in the seed of my soul.
