So here first is a poem I have loved for years and just thinking about the other day (some part of me must have known),
MOST LIKE AN ARCH THIS MARRIAGE
John Ciardi
Most like an arch – an entrance which upholds
And shores the stone-crush up the air like lace.
Mass made idea, and idea held in place.
A lock in time. Inside half-heaven unfolds.
Into a strength. Two fallings become firm.
Two joined abeyances become a term
Naming the fact that teaches the fact to mean.
What’s strong and separate falters. All I do
At piling stone on stone apart from you
Is roofless around nothing. Till we kiss
It is by falling in and in we make
The all-bearing point for one another’s sake,
In faultless failing, raised by our own weight.
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