Astronomy of the Heart

Why is the measure of love loss?
The opening sentence of WRITTEN ON THE BODY by Jeanette Winterson

After the moon had set,
the sky was so full of stars
and so empty just the same.

Orion, the Pleiades, the Big Dipper,
the Milky Way arching from the aspens
to the swamp across the road.

Venus, Goddess of Love,
the brightest star in the east,
an hour before sunrise.

The Little Dipper hanging
for a thirsty traveler on the pole star
nailed to the black well of northern sky.

You are the font of my yearning
and its sweet solace. Why do we feel
things better after they are gone,

Tracing the shape of their absence?

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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