Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Monday, March 08, 2010
LINES FOR MARCH 8
Late afternoon
sun spills its cream
on the melting
snow, which is still
deep. It's March, yet
spring seems far off.
Sunday, March 07, 2010
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Where did it go?”
they asked.
“Where did what go?”
he said.
“Now you see it,
now you don't.”
*
“Lies, a fragile
tissue,” he said,
“and truth not
much more sturdy.”
*
“Pay attention,”
he said. “One
moment can
undo you.”
Saturday, March 06, 2010
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
THE OLD POET SAYS
“You mean you just
sit there waiting
for words,” they said.
“Yes,” he said.
“There's poetry
in waiting.”
*
“It is the rush
to expression,”
he said,
“which spoils it.”
*
“Yeah,” he said, “this is
being a poet.
I can
do it all day.”
