Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Divination


Three of us sat
in the early summer, our instruments
cared for, our bodies dark

and one stirred the stones on
the earthen platter, till the salt
veins aligned, and she read the cast:

Whatever is past
and has come to an end
cannot be brought back by sorrow.

(From "Triple Muse" by Olga Broumas, Beginning with O)

4 comments:

Scrivener said...

Whatever is past
and has come to an end
cannot be brought back by sorrow.


That hits very close to home. Beautiful poem.

mama kelly said...

"Whatever is past
and has come to an end
cannot be brought back by sorrow."

This line is one of those strings of words that touches on deep truth. It is certainly something I need to remember on a daily basis.

Mama Kelly

Aurora said...

Good Goddess, that certainly hit home today. Thanks.

yours truly said...

How beautiful ... how true. I'm touched.