Sunday, March 20, 2016

Saint Francis And The Sow


The bud stands for all things, 
even for those things that don't flower, 
for everything flowers, from within,
of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness, 
to put a hand on its brow of the flower 
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely 
until it flowers again from within,
of self-blessing;
as Saint Francis put his hand on the creased
forehead of the sow, 
and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, 

and the sow began remembering 
all down her thick length, from the earthen snout
all the way through the fodder and slops to the
spiritual curl of the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths
sucking and blowing beneath them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.

–Galway Kinnell


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