September 11, 2012

I turned 27 last Thursday, and though birthdays aren´t usually particularly interesting milestones for me, this one seemed significant because I never imagined I´d have any birthday in another country, and that I´d be there to write poetry.  Though I have been writing poetry since I was nine, I never imagined I´d fall so deeply in love that I wanted to spend a lifetime writing poetry. I´d like to post a poem by Percy Shelley that has been a favorite since I was fifteen. Though I know I will change significantly through my lifetime, poetry keeps returning, and will keep returning, perhaps in different ways.


We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;

How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,

Streaking the darkness radiantly!—yet soon

Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings

Give various response to each varying blast,

To whose frail frame no second motion brings

One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest.—A dream has power to poison sleep;

We rise.—One wandering thought pollutes the day;

We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;

Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!—For, be it joy or sorrow,

The path of its departure still is free:

Man´s yesterday may ne´er be like his morrow;

Nought may endure but Mutability.


About legoldstein

I will be embarking on a journey to Ecuador on June 24th, 2012 as a traveling Robert Pinsky fellow, thanks to donations made to the BU MFA program by Bob Hildreth.
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