Sunday, May 12, 2013

Wounded in the Process


Nothing too insignificant— 
How even 

This minute sliver 
Working it- 

Self out, means 
To heal. 





Thursday, May 9, 2013

Good Reads


The raucous bumblebee 
Makes such a rambunctious entrance, 

Buzzes round the cloistered 
Book-lined study, lights on 
A few select tomes, falls 
Silent before each one before 
Making its exit 

A high-keyed little masterpiece 
Of buzzing eloquence. 


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Poetry Reading


Forget all that 
Huffing and puffing, 
Blowhard— 

When mind’s full 
Of nothing, volumes 
Of hot air 

Do not promise 
To bring the house down
So pretty please

Beware. 


Sunday, May 5, 2013

In the Manner of Cavafy


Approaching the end of the multiplying
Line of somber burnt-out candles lengthening 
Behind him, he recalls their first light before 
Turning ahead to the diminishing 
Row of lively little lit ones waiting, 
All the while quivering himself 
And tries—how hard it must be 
To keep looking firmly ahead—to snuff out 
That still-flickering thought, the one
That will certainly engulf him 
Should he wilt and turn back. 





Wednesday, May 1, 2013

May Day! May Day! (Going through the Motions)


Though they may tell you otherwise, 
It’s not enough going through 
Each day as if it were your last— 

One of these days, 
You’ll have to live it. 


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