Thursday, December 11, 2008

Noel




Noël
by Anne Porter


When 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 bring 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.

5 comments:

Laura/CenterDownHome said...

"They bring us ragged miracles"

Beautiful poem. I can't seem to get the Christmas fire to light. Maybe I need more poetry to reach down and bring something to the surface, where I can feel it.

Laura/CenterDownHome said...

Also. I gotta get rid of that donkey song. :/

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

In a word: Sublime.

Leeann said...

That was just gorgeous. I love it.

Karen MEG said...

Thanks for posting that Gina. A beautiful poem.