Post by ronprice on Aug 22, 2005 19:51:44 GMT -5
AUSTERE AND LONELY OFFICES
This poem was started at a morning breakfast sitting in the garden of the home of a friend. It was finished the next morning at home, on further reflection. -Ron Price, Pioneering Over Four Epochs, 30 September, 1996, 10:25 am, Queen Elizabeth II’s Birthday.
This green carpet, more than Persian,
goes beyond the patio reaching up
to blue sky covering the heavens
as the smell of bacon and sausages cooking
mixes with fresh spring air.
Bees drink nectar from orange-yellow nasturtiums
and vines kiss the bricks here, below my feet
in this early evening of my life,
while I suffer even though I think I have attained,
confronted by ostensible paradox
and a fine, enigmatic subtlety,
behind love’s austere and lonely offices
where my soul is always nurtured.
Ron Price
30 September 1996
This poem was started at a morning breakfast sitting in the garden of the home of a friend. It was finished the next morning at home, on further reflection. -Ron Price, Pioneering Over Four Epochs, 30 September, 1996, 10:25 am, Queen Elizabeth II’s Birthday.
This green carpet, more than Persian,
goes beyond the patio reaching up
to blue sky covering the heavens
as the smell of bacon and sausages cooking
mixes with fresh spring air.
Bees drink nectar from orange-yellow nasturtiums
and vines kiss the bricks here, below my feet
in this early evening of my life,
while I suffer even though I think I have attained,
confronted by ostensible paradox
and a fine, enigmatic subtlety,
behind love’s austere and lonely offices
where my soul is always nurtured.
Ron Price
30 September 1996