Posted by on Dec 22, 2009 in Reflections | 6 comments

Christmas tree

Of course I love this one …



Noël

by Anne Porter



When the snow is shaken

From the balsam trees

And they’re cut down

And brought into our houses

 

When clustered sparks

Of many-colored fire

Appear at night

In ordinary windows

 

We hear and sing

The customary carols

 

They brings us ragged miracles

And hay and candles

And flowering weeds of poetry

That are loved all the more

Because they are so common

 

But there are carols

That carry phrases

Of the haunting music

Of the other world

A music wild and dangerous

As a prophet’s message

 

Or the fresh truth of children

Who though they come to us

From our own bodies

Are altogether new

 With their
small limbs

And birdlike voices

 

They look at us

With their clear eyes

And ask the piercing questions

God alone can answer.



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