+ "And though grief

has seemed to me itself a dim,
salt suspension in which I’ve moved,
blind thing, day by day,

through the wreckage, barely aware
of what I stumbled toward, even I
couldn’t help but look

at the way this immense figure
graces the dark medium,
and shines so: heaviness

which is no burden to itself.
What did you think, that joy
was some slight thing?"
— Mark Doty, from “Visitation”

10th February 2012
Tags: poetry lit Mark Doty Visitation thoughts that breathe