December 31, 2016 – 9:34 pm
EARLY ONE SUMMER Years from now someone will come upon a layer of birds and not know what he is listening for these are the days when the beetles hurry through dry grass hiding pieces of light W.S. Merwin from Migration: New and Selected Poems, Copper Canyon Press, 2005 My friend Jordan Hartt, who helps […]
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December 27, 2016 – 7:12 pm
There is music in the poem but the poem is not music. There may be meaning in the poem but the poem is not simply its meaning. There may be a cascade of language in the poem but the poem is not simply language. The poem is all of these and none of these. The […]
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December 24, 2016 – 7:11 pm
God Walks Burning Through Me When I sleep the birds come to the garden With their gifts of seeds. Out of ice last year’s leaves of grass lift into night. All my songs have been one song. The palm of my hand and the sole of my foot remember everything I have forgotten. The old […]
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December 23, 2016 – 10:43 pm
Feeling the Way The most beautiful is what is still unfinished a sky filled with stars uncharted by astronomers a sketch by Leonardo a song broken off from emotion A pencil a brush suspended in the air Julia Hartwig (1921 – ) from In Praise of the Unfinished, trans. John and Bogdana Carpenter, Alfred A. […]
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December 22, 2016 – 8:08 pm
Fluent I would love to live Like a river flows, Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding John O’Donohue from Conemara Blues, HarperCollins, 2001 Short and sweet! This poem! And too short and so sweet: the life of poet who wrote this poem. John O’Donohue (1956-2008), poet, non-fiction writer, philosopher, priest ( who gave […]
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