Ode on “Ode on a Grecian Urn”
I used to think it romantic,
the rush. Her bending
as he played the pipes.
Love in its infancy.
A glass lake.
But who would have known
how I’d settle
into middle age, like gold
in cracked china, glimmering
at supper time?
The weight
of knowing
death. The evolution
of beauty.
If I saw that urn now,
I’d break it. Shake
out its pieces.
Set them free.
Shanti Weiland’s book, Cracked Planet, is forthcoming from Negative Capability Press. Her first book, Sister Nun was the 2015 winner of the Negative Capability Press Book Competition. She is currently writing a book of poems about Star Trek: The Next Generation; authors the blog, The Poets That You Meet; and curates the web corner, Online Enlightenment. You can find her at shantiweiland.com
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