"Lute Music" by Kenneth Rexroth

The earth will be going a long time
Before it finally freezes;
Men will be on it; they will take names,
Give their deeds reasons.
We will be here only
As chemical constituents--
A small franchise indeed.
Right now we have lives,
Corpuscles, ambitions, caresses,
Like everybody had once--
All the bright neige d'antan people,
"Blithe Helen, white Iope, and the rest,"
All the uneasy remembered dead.

Here are the year's end, at the feast
Of birth, let us bring to each other
The gifts brought once west through deserts--
The precious metal of our mingled hair,
The frankincense of enraptured arms and legs,
The myrrh of desperate invincible kisses--
Let us celebrate the daily
Recurrent nativity of love,
The endless epiphany of our fluent selves,
While the earth rolls away under us
Into unknown snows and summers,
Into untraveled spaces of the stars.

Just a little poetry to start your Monday morning.

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