I, Up they soar
I Up they soar, the planet's butterflies, pigments from the warm body of the earth, cinnabar, ochre, phosphor yellow, gold a swarm of basic elements aloft. Is this flickering of wings only a shoal of light particles, a quirk of perception? Is it the dreamed summer hour of my childhood shattered as by lightning lost in time? No, this is the angel of light, who can paint himself as dark mnemosyne Apollo, as copper, hawkmoth, swallowtail. I see them with my blurred understanding as feathers in the coverlet of haze in Brajcino Valley's noon-hot air.
From Butterfly Valley: A Requiem by Inger Christensen. Copyright © 1989 by Inger Christensen at Broendums Forlag; © 2004 by Susanna Nied. Reprinted by permission of New Directions. All rights reserved.
Inger Christensen was a Danish poet, essayist, and novelist, born in Vejle, Denmark in 1935.
Date Published: 1989-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/i-they-soar