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It’s This Way ~ Hikmet
It’s This Way I stand in the advancing light, my hands hungry, the world beautiful. My eyes can’t get enough of the trees — they’re so hopeful, so green. A sunny road runs through the mulberries, I’m … Continue reading
Afternoon ~ Lyne
Afternoon The ocean is in me now, blue distance and white depth, and their eternal flame. The tides arc in me now, rocked by the sphere of the round song. And that child on the sand with his pail of toys, … Continue reading
What Did? ~ Silverstein
What Did? What did the carrot say to the wheat? ” ‘Lettuce’ rest, I’m feeling ‘beet.’ ” What did the paper say to the pen? “I feel quite all ‘write,’ my friend.” What did the teapot say to the chalk? … Continue reading
Burning the Old Year ~ Nye
Burning the Old Year Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air. So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame … Continue reading
** will be back to correct this ** Numbers I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example,they are willing to countanything or anyone:two pickles, one door to the room,eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of … Continue reading
Poem ~ Hikmet
Poem I’m inside the advancing light, my hands are hungry, the world beautiful. My eyes can’t get enough of the trees — they’re so hopeful, so green. A sunny road runs through the mulberries, I’m at the window of … Continue reading
The Poet Compares Human Nature to the Ocean From Which We Came ~ Oliver
The Poet Compares Human Nature to the Ocean From Which We Came The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward, it can give gifts or withhold all; … Continue reading
Summer Rain ~ Lowell
Summer Rain All night our room was outer-walled with rain. Drops fell and flattened on the tin roof, And rang like little disks of metal. Ping! — Ping! — and there was not a pin-point of silence between them. … Continue reading
Holding the Light ~ Kestenbaum
Holding the Light for Kait Rhoads Gather up whatever is glittering in the gutter, whatever has tumbled in the waves or fallen in flames out of the sky, for it’s not only our hearts that are broken, but the heart … Continue reading