Old spirit, in and beyond me,
keep and extend me. Amid strangers
friends, great trees and big seas breaking,
let love move me. Let me hear the whole music,
see clear, reach deep. Open me to find due words,
that I may shape them to ploughshares of my own making.
After such luck, however late, give me to give to
the oldest dance.... Then to good sleep,
and - if it happens - glad waking.
Philip Booth (1925-2007) wrote 10 collections of poetry. He was the recipient of Guggenheim, Rockefeller and NEA Fellowships.
Today marks the end of National Poetry Month and brings the Poem of the Day postings to a close for another year. Thank you all for sharing your bandwidth with me.
Keep an eye out on the blog for periodic poetry news, poems and other postings. See you next year.
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