Wednesday, July 30, 2014

LINES FOR JULY 30 



Walking with death -
familiar steps.



Tuesday, July 29, 2014

LINES FOR JULY 29 



Grey hawk
on a grey

sky -
where does

one end,
the other

begin?



Monday, July 28, 2014

LINES FOR JULY 28 



Death
has taken my summer

and keeps taking
my father.



Friday, July 25, 2014

LINES FOR JULY 25 



Each
crow

lifts
the

whole
sky.



Thursday, July 24, 2014

LINES FOR JULY 24 



Morning lifts us -
the joy of crows.



Wednesday, July 23, 2014

WHERE POETRY ARISES 

It seems my sense of loss and longing and loneliness always connects to looking west, to the setting sun, the long shadows coming from that direction. This is a connection made during my childhood on the Iowa farm, and it continues to this day as I look west from the big red house in Fairwater. Always something to do with the far horizon and with the disappearance of the sun.

By contrast, dawn - with its own glow and long shadow, its own horizon - suggests possibility, fullness, some rich refreshment of the spirit. Same sun, same sense of horizon, but in the other direction.

Then, too, it is autumn which invokes in me longing, loss, and loneliness, a whole season of sundown.

And it is out of this loss and longing and loneliness that my poetry arises, I think. As poets we need the solitude, but we also need the hunger for what is lost or what lies just beyond our reach. A rich lyricism may rise from loneliness, engendered by our trying to find beauty wherever it might be seen in our lives.

LINES FOR JULY 23 



Wet sky with crows
slicing the rain.



Tuesday, July 22, 2014

LINES FOR JULY 22 



If we'd run
that race,

death would
chase us.



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