poetry wednesday : a few words on the soul
A few words on the soul by Wislawa Szymborska We have a soul at times. No one’s got it non-stop, for keeps. Day after day, year after year may pass without it. Sometimes it will settle for awhile only in childhood’s fears and raptures. Sometimes only in astonishment that we are …
poetry wednesday : new year’s poem
New Year’s Poem By Margaret Avison The Christmas twigs crispen and needles rattle Along the window-ledge. A solitary pearl Shed from the necklace spilled at last week’s party Lies in the suety, snow-luminous plainness Of morning, on the window-ledge beside them. And all the furniture that circled stately And …
poetry wednesday : in this hemisphere, we welcome Spring.
when faces called flowers float out of the ground when faces called flowers float out of the ground and breathing is wishing and wishing is having- but keeping is downward and doubting and never -it’s april (yes, april; my darling) it’s spring! yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as …
poetry wednesday.
Prayer Whatever happens. Whatever what is is is what I want. Only that. But that. –Galway Kinnell
poetry wednesday : a fable
A Fable by Louise Gluck Two women with the same claim came to the feet of the wise king. Two women, but only one baby. The king knew someone was lying. What he said was Let the child be cut in half; that way no one will go empty-handed. He …
poetry wednesday : feast on your life
Love After Love The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. …
poetry wednesday : let go, return
Let Go, Return This is the need, the deep necessity of every life: To scatter wide seed in many fields, But build one barn. This is our blunder, to have built Gilt shacks for every seed, And followed our sowing on fast anxious feet, Desiring to grind the farmost grain. …
poetry wednesday : looking, walking, being
“Looking, Walking, Being” -Denise Levertov “The World is not something to look at, it is something to be in.” — Mark Rudman I look and look. Looking’s a way of being: one becomes, sometimes, a pair of eyes walking. Walking wherever looking takes one. The eyes dig and burrow …
poetry wednesday : one today
“One Today” -Richard Blanco One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies. One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story told by …
poetry wednesday : all the hemispheres
All the Hemispheres By Hafiz Leave the familiar for a while. Let your senses and bodies stretch out Like a welcomed season Onto the meadows and shores and hills. Open up to the Roof. Make a new water-mark on your excitement And love. Like a blooming night flower, Bestow your …
