When I took this photo, a little over a year ago, I knew it would be important to me, but I did not know why.
Then - when I needed an image for this poem - I remembered this day, with the woman I love.
Why should love be constrained?
Euclidian
Do not hexagon us;
there is no definition in this –
no neat nesting of cells
like industrious honeycomb
in a bee’s hive,
arranged pedantically.
Let our spaces fill out
in their own way,
billowing into the open places
with a flapping of sails
before a strong wind,
blowing beyond
the bland
jurisdiction of geometry.
No triangle here
to hold us helpless
in dark corners
pulling oppositely –
all our disjointed adjectives
heaped before us in sad piles
like broken toys.
Set us free instead,
beyond the bounds
of inflexible angles
and sharp walls
subdividing sky.
Abandon trigonometry.
Square not this;
rather, let us round out
in smooth circles
further and wider,
concentrically,
radiating from this centre
till each segment of arc seems
almost a straight line,
and only a long journey
around that great perimeter
might possibly discern
the slight
uncertain curve
which almost
encompasses
our love.
David Kirkby
incredible. Love you both. as you are. not fittin in to nothin.
“let us round out
in smooth circles
further and wider,
concentrically”
I don’t know if you know, but the cycle was considered a holy shape. That’s a platonic notion, if I am not mistaken.
And during renaissance, this notion was taken so seriously that the expectation was that all celestial bodies will have orbits that are perfect cycles (which proved not to be the case btw).