We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.
I first picked this collection up at a night I was staying up and very sad and stressed in general. Back then, I didn't like the poems a lot. They were by no means bad, but I wasn't drawn to any of them either. Now, fast-forward two months, I pick it up again and this time read on a lazy Saturday afternoon where it's cloudy and cold outside and suddenly something clicks. Poems are much more beautiful than I previously though, every line brave, sincere and powerful. And from the beginning till the end, not in a weakening fashion. Quite the opposite, getting stronger with each page.
We have not touched the stars,
nor are we forgiven, which brings us back
to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes,
not from the absence of violence, but despite
the abundance of it.
I first picked this collection up at a night I was staying up and very sad and stressed in general. Back then, I didn't like the poems a lot. They were by no means bad, but I wasn't drawn to any of them either. Now, fast-forward two months, I pick it up again and this time read on a lazy Saturday afternoon where it's cloudy and cold outside and suddenly something clicks. Poems are much more beautiful than I previously though, every line brave, sincere and powerful. And from the beginning till the end, not in a weakening fashion. Quite the opposite, getting stronger with each page.