Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAID
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THE OLD POET SAID
“Daily
I do not
speak enough.
I have to
practice.”
*
“Ragged
lines and
a strange
turn -
the slap
of poem
when you
need it.”
*
“Lift us, O Lord,”
the poet prays,
“from this grey
mass of sadness.”
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Saturday, February 06, 2010
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
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THE OLD POET SAYS
“No, truly,”
he said,
“I do not
know what I'm
doing, but think
it's something
in the ear,
the hands.”
*
“Memory
is what?A moment
out of time.
All they'll have
when you'reout of time.”
*
“The hell of it,”
he said, “is
so much goes
out, nothing
comes in.”
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Friday, February 05, 2010
LINES FOR FEBRUARY 5
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Last night's
winter fog
is gone
and the trees
are brushed
white, as if
they've touched
heaven.
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Thursday, February 04, 2010
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
