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My awesome birthday present 1/26/11 (see story under my first post)

Saturday, March 5, 2011


The Swan

This laboring of ours with all that remains undone,
as if still bound to it,
is like the lumbering gait of the swan.

And then our dying—releasing ourselves
from the very ground on which we stood—
is like the way he hesitantly lowers himself

into the water. It gently receives him,
and, gladly yielding, flows back beneath him,
as wave follows wave,

while he, now wholly serene and sure,
with regal composure,
allows himself to glide.

For MCJ who lost her mother on March 4.

Mary's email notifying us of her mother's passing  echoes the sentiment of this poem by Ranier Maria Rilke, a German poet (1875-1926). His poetry is incredibly beautiful and I will be posting many of his poems in the future. For today, I hope Mary finds Rilke's image in The Swan to be comforting.

John O'Donohue wrote the following poem. Along with Rilke, I find him to be one of the most sensitive and inspirational poets I have yet encountered. May this too offer some consolation to Mary and anyone else who is experiencing grief.

For Grief
                John O’Donohue

When you lose someone you love,
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you gets fragile,
Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
And some dead echo drags your voice down
Where words have no confidence.

Your heart has grown heavy with loss;
And though this loss has wounded others too,
No one knows what has been taken from you
When the silence of absence deepens.

Flickers of guilt kindle regret
For all that was left unsaid or undone.

There are days when you wake up happy;
Again inside the fullness of life,
Until the moment breaks
And you are thrown back
Onto the black tide of loss.

Days when you have your heart back,
You are able to function well
Until in the middle of work or encounter,
Suddenly with no warning,
You are ambushed by grief.

It becomes hard to trust yourself.
All you can depend on now is that
Sorrow will remain faithful to itself.
More than you, it knows it way
And will find the right time
To pull and pull the rope of grief
Until that coiled hill of tears
Has reduced to its last drop.

Gradually, you will learn acquaintance
With the invisible form of your departed;
And when the work of grief is done,
The wound of loss will heal
And you will have learned
To wean your eyes
From the gap in the air
And be able to enter the hearth
In your soul where your loved one
Has awaited your return
All the time.

"For Grief " by John O’Donohue, from To Bless the Space Between Us.
© Doubleday, 2008.


Loretta said...

I think these are excellent companion pieces because we get the point of view of the departed and the point of vies of the person left to cope with the loss.


Jayne said...

This poem really makes me think.