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The Angels and the Furies
The Angels and the Furies
May Sarton
1
Have you not wounded yourself/ And battered those you love/ By sudden motions of evil,/ Black rage in the blood/ When the soul, premier danseur,/ Springs toward a murderous fall?/ The furies possess you.
2
Have you not surprised yourself/ Sometimes by sudden motions/ Or intimations of goodness,/ When the soul, premier danseur,/ Perfectly poised,/ Could shower blessings/ With a graceful turn of the head?/ The angels are there.
3
The angels, the furies/ Are never far away/ While we dance, we dance,/ Trying to keep a balance/ To be perfectly human/ (Not perfect, never perfect,/ Never an end to growth and peril),/ Able to bless and forgive/ Ourselves./ This is what is asked of us.
4
It is light that matters,/ The light of understanding./ Who has ever reached it/ Who has not met the furies again and again?/ Who has reached it without/ Those sudden acts of grace?
About Katie
Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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