Today is the birthday of Edward Hirsch, who wrote one of my favorite contemporary poems that explores mysticism. I like it because it comes at the topic from a different--and breathtaking--angle. That's what I like my poems--those that I write and those that I read--to do, to make me see a topic in a way I would never have thought about seeing it, in a way that my rational brain would never discover without the help of poets and mystics.
I'm Going to Start Living Like a Mystic
by Edward Hirsch
Today I am pulling on a green wool sweater
and walking across the park in a dusky snowfall.
The trees stand like twenty-seven prophets in a field,
each a station in a pilgrimage — silent, pondering.
Blue flakes of light falling across their bodies
are the ciphers of a secret, an occultation.
I will examine their leaves as pages in a text
and consider the bookish pigeons, students of winter.
I will kneel on the track of a vanquished squirrel
and stare into a blank pond for the figure of Sophia.
I shall begin scouring the sky for signs
as if my whole future were constellated upon it.
I will walk home alone with the deep alone,
a disciple of shadows, in praise of the mysteries.
feeling the feelings…
3 months ago