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On Having Misidentified a Wildflower A thrush, because I'd been wrong, Burst rightly into song In a world not vague, not lonely, Not governed by me only. . by Richard Wilbur . . Continue reading
Posted yesterday at 3quarksdaily
The Patience of Ordinary Things It is a kind of love, is it not? How the cup holds the tea, How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare, How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes Or toes. How soles of... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing back one sees the path that must never be trod again.... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at 3quarksdaily
……… Alone together a moment on the twenty-second anniversary ……… of their wedding he clasped her as she stood ……… at the sink, pressing into her backside, rubbing his cheek ……… against the stubble of her skull. He gave her... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at 3quarksdaily
The Grave, The Mine Taking off from the city at night, from the airplane, I look at streetlights below: hovering unfixed sockets of light. Then it is black beneath me. A pair of headlights veer slowly along a macadam country... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: Along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to me, water of a new life that I have never... Continue reading
Posted Nov 22, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Preacher's Grace “I ain’t sayin’ I’m, like Jesus, but I got tired like Him, an’ I got mixed up like him, an’ I went into the wilderness like Him. Night time I’d lay on my back an’ look at... Continue reading
Posted Nov 21, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Orpheus Orpheus with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that... Continue reading
Posted Nov 20, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
A Bum Tonight, again, I went by him And I heard him say He has nothing on which to lie But the hard, cold ground. He talked about himself in the third person, A prolongued psalmody of griefs, That human... Continue reading
Posted Nov 19, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
“You cannot know the I of Me unless you crack the I of thee” The Three Christs Waiting for the Norwegian poet to read her poems, you delineated the differences between you and her by pointing to Jesus. Her version,... Continue reading
Posted Nov 18, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Tortoise Wrinkled skin. Age? Must be three or four hundred Like dark circles beneath the eyes, the western Hemisphere engraved on the shell, so extraordinary But absolutely silent now after all those wars Won’t listen, won’t speak, won’t look... Continue reading
Posted Nov 17, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Chorus of Cells Every morning, even being very old (or perhaps because of it), I like to make my bead. In fact, the starting of each day unhelplessly is the biggest thing I ever do. I smooth away the dreams... Continue reading
Posted Nov 15, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Fear is Real Poetry like some wild horse chained to his stall just ripped out the post & chewed on the links & got free & burned down the barn so he could see the moon dance an irish... Continue reading
Posted Nov 13, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
But what are you praying too? "To my imagination, and it's hope," he answered. ............—Anonymous The Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy,... Continue reading
Posted Nov 11, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Kudzai Kudzai, when your first birthday passed without a word without a symbol you kept quiet; and when your second passed without a present without a party you kept quiet. But when your third birthday passed you made your own... Continue reading
Posted Nov 8, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Twenty-year Love Poem I want to remember, but not too clearly. More like remembering falling in love than falling in love—the past spread out behind us in a comfortable distance, the hardships forgotten. The truth is we were starving and... Continue reading
Posted Nov 6, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
How rain arrives This morning you called long before the sky slipped on her sunrise shirt: early stars blinked quietly the way a heart beats beneath the covers of sleep. When the phone rang the whole house seized awake. She... Continue reading
Posted Nov 3, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
After Apple Picking My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. But I... Continue reading
Posted Nov 1, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Haunted Houses . All houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the door-way,... Continue reading
Posted Oct 31, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Roads of Western Europe The roads of Western Europe hum like parachute lines stretched taut: there you see the patches of Central Europe – a cup of poison, a few ravines with grapevine, and here is Eastern Europe, a... Continue reading
Posted Oct 30, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Rhythm What harm could there be in following the hidden rhythm of things. What harm in tapping with my feet the beat of the rain pounding puddles. What, in turning noise into beat, blinking eyelids into tambourines. Carrying with my... Continue reading
Posted Oct 29, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Chicken Coop The house my parents had built for them went back to the bank and we moved three miles down the road to a chicken coop converted to a crude home, and that's where I learned first to... Continue reading
Posted Oct 28, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Now Sing NOW sing: the guards howling beat him with obscenities. ........ But he did. His legend is He was singing .................... Venceremos when they shot him. Even for them, it was too much The killed him, they couldn't kill... Continue reading
Posted Oct 25, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
After Aquinas . Try making a man with no soul, you who can do all things. Not quite all. Is it you or your end that’s manifest in forms fixed before you, or in the first sums the schoolchild learns,... Continue reading
Posted Oct 24, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
. The Aunts They always went out together every afternoon, The went to cafes, department stores—everything around them was a bird cage— At other times they had tea on the patio and they talked, they always talked with a slight... Continue reading
Posted Oct 23, 2015 at 3quarksdaily