From a distance

[kelquestor]

Distances

Swifts turn in the heights of the air;
higher still turn the invisible stars.
When day withdraws to the ends of the earth
their fires shine on a dark expanse of sand.

We live in a world of motion and distance.
The heart flies from tree to bird,
from bird to distant star,
from star to love; and love grows
in the quiet house, turning and working,

Comments

[blue_by_you]

I've been caught up in the motion of the world, and I wish I could bring all my friends closer to me.

I love that.

[kelquestor]

Oh thanks for commenting, Lisa. You feel closer already.

Distances

[anonymous]

I am also looking for the french version of this poem, which I too found in Staying Alive... But in the uk edition. Did you find it?