Everything Is Plundered ~ Anna Akhmatova Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, Death’s great black wing scrapes the air, Misery gnaws to the bone. Why then do we not despair? By day, from the surrounding woods, cherries blow summer into town; at night the deep transparent skies glitter with new galaxies. And the miraculous comes so close […]
Ask Me ~ William Stafford Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done is my life. Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me what difference their strongest love or […]
Sincerely, The Sky ~ David Hernandez Yes, I see you down there looking up into my vastness. What are you hoping to find on my vacant face, there within the margins of telephone wires? You should know I am only bright blue now because of physics: molecules break and scatter my light from the sun […]
A Different Reason ~ Anastasia Haysler Dear God: “Because I said so” works as well on me when You say it as it does on my three-year-old when I say it. So, with all due respect, I am going to need a different reason.
In July ~ Edward Dowden Why do I make no poems? Good my friend Now is there silence through the summer woods, In whose green depths and lawny solitudes The light is dreaming; voicings clear ascend Now from no hollow where glad rivulets wend, But murmurings low of inarticulate moods, Softer than stir of unfledged […]
