Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

The End

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I thought it fitting, at the end of the February poem-a-day challenge to write a poem about the end, so I searched for a poem titled “The End,” found this one by Mark Strand, and basically played Mad Libs with it. 🙂

It’s been a journey, and that is the best compliment I can give any experience.

Not every woman knows what she shall write at the end,
watching the horizon as the sun slips beneath, or what it will seem like
when she is lifted gently by the wind, floating, there at the end
or what she will dream of once it is clear that she’ll never go back.

When the time has passed to tuck the kids in or kiss her husband,
when the scent of the garden on a summer’s day
is no longer there, not every woman knows what she’ll enjoy instead
when the simple joys no longer smile, and the coffee

is no more than remembered taste, and the hello’s
and good bye’s come full circle, and love is suspended
not every woman knows what is waiting for her, or what she shall write
when the sun finally sets, there at the end.


Written by Ashley

February 28, 2009 at 11:10 pm

Posted in Poem

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  1. What happens to poem a day now=(


    March 3, 2009 at 8:13 pm

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