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bathed in light and air

As long as I struggle to float above the ground

and fail, there is reason for this poetry.

On the stone back of Ludovici's throne, Venus

is rising from the water. Her face and arms

are raised, and the two women trained in the ways

of the world help her rise, covering her

nakedness with a cloth at the same time.

It is the rising I love, from no matter what element

to the one above. She from water to land,

me from earth to air as if I had a soul.

Helped by prayers and not by women, I say

(ascending in all my sexual glamour), see my body

bathed in light and air. See me rise like a flame,

like the sun, moon, stars, birds, wind. In light.

In dark. But I never achieve it. I get on my knees

this gray April to see if open crocuses have a smell.

I must live in the suffering and desire of what

rises and falls. The terrible blind grinding

of gears against our bodies and lives.


- Linda Gregg, It Is the Rising I Love

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Taken on October 12, 2008