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This Wood, This Afternoon

Poetry By: henryd1
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This is a poem comparing nature and religion. It's not exactly anti-religion. If it says the wood is a cathedral, it's because cathedrals are paradigms of beauty. But cathedrals, and by extension religion (or at least the church), constitute a frame that man imposes on beauty. Nature, by contrast, has no frame. The tree trunks are mere supports for a beauty that is pure and free, not something within which beauty is enclosed. Also, note the partial anagram (cathedral - herald) representing the metamorphosis of the wood from a cathedral into something similar to a cathedral but differently organized.


Submitted:Jan 26, 2013    Reads: 3    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


This Wood, This Afternoon

This wood, this afternoon, is a cathedral.

Herald! Pure beauty without church,

Buttress, altar, or pillar,

Only golden light and silver birch.

Still blue and red stained glass gives way

To green leaves, slowly waving, in a breeze like a kiss

And while both are pierced by the sun's gentle rays

Only one is unframed… and only one offers bliss.





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