Category Poets

There are night birds, in the garden below us, singing.Oh, listen!For a moment I thought it wasour own bodies.

But how did you come burning down like awild needle, knowingjust where my heart was?

And the speck of my heart, in my shed of fleshand bone, began to sing out, the way the sunwould sing if the sun could sing, if light had amouth and a tongue, if the sky had a throat, ifgod…

You are young. So you know everything. You leapinto the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me.Without fanfare, without embarrassment, withoutany doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.Lift the oars from the water, let your arms…

9.And what did you think love would be like? A summerday? The brambles in their places, and the long stretchesof mud? Flowers in every field, in every garden, with theirsoft beaks and their pastel shoulders? On one street afteranother, the…

1.If there is life after the earth-life, will you come with me?Even then? Since we’re bound to be something, why nottogether. Imagine! Two little stones, two fleas under thewing of a gull, flying along through the fog! Or, ten bladesof…

You don’t ever know wherea sentence will take you, dependingon its roll and fold. I was walkingover the dunes when I sawthe red fox asleep under the greenbranches of the pine. It flared upin the sweet order of its being,the…

Am I not among the early risersand the long-distance walkers?Have I not stood, amazed, as I considerthe perfection of the morning starabove the peaks of the houses, and the crowns of the trees blue in the first light?Do I not…

Okay, not one can write a symphony, or a dictionary, or even a letter to an old friend, full of remembrance and comfort.Not one can manage a single sound, though the blue jays carp and whistle all day in the…

owlmake your little appearance now owl dark bird bird of gloommessenger reminder of deaththat can’t be stopped argued with leashed put outlike a red fire but burns as it willowl I have not seen you now fortoo long a time…