Monthly Archives: December 2014

Morning En Route To The Hospital

Snow wafts off the little lake

along Route 66, momentarily encasing the car

 

in a trance of glitter

 

Live with your puny, vulnerable self

Live with her

 

– Maggie Nelson, from Something Bright, Then Holes

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The Winter Traveler

Once more the earth is old enough
for snow: a crooked posture of cold
grasses, a white sky sighing down
bare branches, a freeze tightening
each liquid into stone. Tomorrow
and tomorrow and tomorrow
I'll be anchored by a sinking
of my bones into the air
I carry in my clothes, walking
roadside with my wrists exposed
to the horizon. Dear Passerby:
Since I am nothing, I am whole.
I'll be lifted by the wind's edge
and borne home—the day
after the day after tomorrow.
- Malachi Black

On Binoculars and Mirrors

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Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,

“You owe me.”

Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.

حافظ  Hafiz

…a stone may be round or angular, polished or rough, cracked

like an ill-glazed teacup, or as broad as the breast of a hero.

It may be as flaky as a wafer, as powdery as a field puff-ball;

it may be fused like a glass bottle,

or crystallized like hoar-frost,

or veined like a leaf:

look at the stone, and try to forget

how you were told to “do a stone.”

  -excerpt form Drawing Water by Eva Heisler

God’s Grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins

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