Interlude: Other People's Poetry

from Not So, Not So

I cannot walk an inch
without trying to walk to God.
I cannot move a finger
without trying to touch God.

Perhaps it is this way:
He is in the graves of the horses.
He is in the swarm, the frenzy of the bees,
He is in the tailor mending my pantsuit.
He is in Boston, raised up by the skyscrapers.
He is in the bird, that shameless flyer.
He is in the potter who makes clay into a kiss.

Heaven replies:
Not so! Not so!

I say thus and thus
and heaven smashes my words.

by Anne Sexton
photograph by flickr user whose name I have sadly misplaced. If this is your image please leave a comment.


Teri and the cats of Furrydance said...

I would say thus, also.

Intense, lovely photo

Kate Horowitz said...


Whether you call it God, or destiny, or the cosmos, I think it's good to be reminded once in a while that our intentions and plans really are insignificant in the scheme of things. It makes every single breath more precious.

Also, her line about the "graves of horses" is just haunting, perfect art. I couldn't not re-post it.

Anonymous said...

Heaven replies:
Not so! Not so!

is tattooed on my right arm.

so, you know -- great poem. i love with other people love it too.

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