My Favorite Poem

My Favorite Poem
I wanted to leave one more post regarding the poetry. I have copied my favorite poem here called "St. Francis and the Sow" by Galway Kinnell.

The budstands for all things,even those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness,to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as St. Francisput his hand on the creased forehead of the sow, and told her in words and in touch blessings of earth on the sow,
and the sow began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail, from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.