I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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22 February 2017

A Place in Space and Time

Tonight Professor Brian Cox
is taking me to Venice – 
and I can't believe it's 19 years 
since I went there in my own body, 
and saw the glass-blowing at Murano too,
and visited Renaissance paintings
huge on old palace walls.

So many years ago and still so vivid!
The husband of my heart 
was with me then.

Now the long-limbed Professor,
laughing with boyish delight,
takes me up to the heavens –
the moon, the planets, the stars,
the Milky Way; the Earth from space
rising in a half-circle, swelling like fruit – 
an apricot, an apple ... but it's blue.

And I begin to think instead
of my blue-eyed husband – now an angel,
wandering the stars without me.


The title belongs to Episode 4 of the BBC's 'Human Universe With Brian Cox'.

I'm linking this to Midweek Motif ~ Nostalgia at  Poets United

22 comments:

  1. This made me cry, Rosemary. I had decided I wasn't going to comment on poems anymore, but I have to here. This moves me beyond words, you beautiful woman and kindred soul.

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    1. Thank you. I'm glad you did! I am often too close to my own poems to know if they are working unless people tell me.

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  2. So beautiful and poignant, and I can see him, wandering the stars.......sigh.

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  3. Oh my... Such moments you made, that you can truly feel him waiting.

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  4. This took my breath away--you and he --so very lucky

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  5. Oh Rosemary, this is so beautiful, sweet and touching to the soul!

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  6. Beautiful... the memories and that blue apricot earth...wow.

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  7. I enjoyed the duo of nostalgia you wrote in this poem, Rosemary.
    But the ending...with the blue-eyed husband as an angel...is breathtakingly moving!

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  8. A lovely memory of your blue eyed angel.

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  9. This moved me to tears with its beauty and hope. Outstanding, Rosemary!

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  10. delightful moments of the past suddenly snap into the poignant present...a very moving poem Rosemary...

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  11. "the Earth from space
    rising in a half-circle, swelling like fruit –
    an apricot, an apple ... but it's blue.

    "And I begin to think instead
    of my blue-eyed husband . . ."

    Ah. So very sensual. Here's nostalgia to make us lean back, close eyes and smile.

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  12. How I love the term "wandering the stars"! A lovely read!

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  13. Often on overseas trips the shared experience lasts forever. How beautifully you wrote this Rosemary.

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  14. Do you often look for him there? (In the stars?) The earth swelling like fruit, juicy words I'm licking off of my fingers, Rosemary.

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  15. Yes, I too as others cried from this beautiful poem - it is perfect in form and in its very essence of love and loss and regaining through the wonder of nostalgia - love.. yearning...and still burning fresh and soaring... Gorgeous write!

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  16. This is so poignant and beautiful. I absolutely loved this poem.

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  17. He may be up there high, but somehow I also see him behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as he reads these lines you write, Rosemary.

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