You seemed lovely then,
you with your shadow-breaking smile
and so much light beneath the skin,
beneath the sun that spun above us
and the wind.
There is no hiding it: This sun
is not the sun we knew,
or ever hope to know,
now that our coming near again
after our letting go, leads only
to shadows, dried-up landscapes,
last summer's cicadas stunned into silence.
(from Sentences, 1976)
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Wanna Be a Poet?
Choose your words
Carefully if you must,
But never lose track of how
Many have been rejected.
Carefully if you must,
But never lose track of how
Many have been rejected.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Kismet
Though fearing
The inevitable, for the love
Of one more moment
Of living, I will not perish
The thought.
The inevitable, for the love
Of one more moment
Of living, I will not perish
The thought.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Blind Faith
--for Jenny
Trails. And in the distance, dust, and the sun
floating through and down to the mountains
beyond us, boundaries of light and darkness,
what do we know of love? Only that it binds us.
(from Sentences, 1976)
Trails. And in the distance, dust, and the sun
floating through and down to the mountains
beyond us, boundaries of light and darkness,
what do we know of love? Only that it binds us.
(from Sentences, 1976)
The Summoning
In the end,
There’s nothing to doubt,
Nothing to question,
Not even the vaguest idea
Of equivocation.
There’s nothing to doubt,
Nothing to question,
Not even the vaguest idea
Of equivocation.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
The Whites of Our Eyes
It is a wise man who plants a tree in the shade
of which he knows he will never sit.
—Greek proverb
That vainglorious
Gunmetal grey sky you keep
Seeing in your mind’s eye?
A revelation is at hand, carved
In glorious black and white,
With orders from on high
To plant it.
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