11 June 2010

Valediction Earrings

So Keith got that job I mentioned a month or so back.
It's fantastic.
Finally . . . some security.
A check we know is coming and when,
A schedule for at least one of us.
(Helpful if you have a Monkey scampering around.)

But he travels more and more now.
It's not that bad.
Admittedly, taking some getting used to.
I read about and speak to friends who deal with distances and lengths of time far more vast than any Keith and I have known.

I stumbled on a poem the other night.
I loved John Donne in college.
This particular piece speaks well the feelings I couldn't ever express very well . . .

He writes of two lovers who must part.
And compares them, though they are two separate beings,
to the twin legs on a compass.

Joined, though individuals.

So for me,
(and also for you when he or she is away,)
. . . a poem.

And trinkets to make the meaning tangible.

* * *

A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

* * *

In the Etsy Shop this evening,
three pairs of Valediction Earrings.
All slightly different.
All very heartfelt.



  1. from the depths of a small forest or rural stitch of land comes one erudite woman. beautiful beyond words from the inside and the outside.
    only she would find two compass points from the delicacy of silver filigrees.
    beyond the pale.

  2. From a child whose father is in a foreign land. Thank you.

  3. So beautiful, I love your blog and your work :)
    * * *
    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove:
    O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
    That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
    It is the star to every wandering bark,
    Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
    Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his bending sickle's compass come:
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

  4. What a wonderful blending of arts!

  5. you are amazing

    so good about the job!

  6. The distance and time apart is hard, for sure. But it makes the time you spend together as a family that much more precious. Love you! (Beautiful earrings).