for those who loved me
Led by our own deep music we keep
dancing outward, flames of small cheer
glowing beyond reproof;
who marks the faint, short-lived attempt
to hold the ancient howling night at bay?
We are the archetypes
of our own dreams, as large as myth, magical
and filled with the fusion of energies.
Miniature as our mundane daily lives may be, we
(you and tiny I)
are vaster than oceans or spiral nebulae,
for the universe is crackling
with our very life, dear reader,
and be amazed that as your dim eyes
scan this piece of flattened wood,
bleached and covered with oily scratches, you
see me, huffing noisily uphill toward you,
and grabbing you by the
hands
and whirling you madly
into this savage joyful dance
to light
the whole bitter cosmos by.
Peg Syverson
written 1970-72
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