Sunday, March 31, 2013


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"You lift us,
Lord, for what?"

*

"The business
of poetry

is wisdom,
not wealth.

Let go
the obsession

with money
and fame."

*

"Perhaps
that is

not the
word, yet

there is
not a

better
one."



Saturday, March 30, 2013


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"I am
moving

fast, yet
I don't

mean to
hurry."

*

"These
words,

the least
of the day

or
the most."

*

"If we would
pray, let us

pray to rock
and trees and

air and the sun
which warms us."



Friday, March 29, 2013

FYI, People


Though the internet may
lead you to think otherwise,
Tom Montag has never
lived in Brandon, Wisconsin.
He moved to Fairwater
in 1976 and he lives there
still. I hope this doesn't
confuse The Data Gatherers....




LINES FOR MARCH 29

Sweet sings

the first bird
of spring.



Thursday, March 28, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 28

As if
morning

pulls song
from the

birds.



Wednesday, March 27, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 27

Almost
spring.

The long
light

of
afternoon.

Last year's
stubble

in the fields.
Hawk

is waiting
for the mouse.

The wind
waits

for dark.



Tuesday, March 26, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 26

A sweet
nothing

of wind
promising

spring.



Monday, March 25, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 25

Morning
moon or

the broken
face of

a tree branch
in spring?

In this
light, it

could be
either

or both.



Sunday, March 24, 2013


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Poet?
What does

a poet
do? What

he must -
Quite

a lot of
nothing."

*

“Even in
the midst of
men,

I am
the lonely
one.”

*

“Better
to say it

roughly
and mean it

than to
scan without

passion.”



Saturday, March 23, 2013


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“If you must
count, count

in the ear,
not on your

fingers.”

*

“All the stars are
set in heaven

and for naught
do men make plans.

The grind stone grinds.
It grinds, and what

it grinds is us.”

*

“The plan has
not been grand -

sometimes we
dine divine;

sometimes we
eat each other.”



Friday, March 22, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 22

Green sheen
of spring

on everything.



Thursday, March 21, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 21

Light
on snow,

as if we
can be

free
of our

bodies
and fly.



Wednesday, March 20, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 20

The loveliness

of snow
on the roof

of the orange
brick building

soaking in
the light.



Tuesday, March 19, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 19

This much -

snow, wind,
some bit of

movement
in the trees.



Monday, March 18, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 18

A patch of blue sky,
snow on the trees,

the wind – enough
and more than enough.



Sunday, March 17, 2013


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“Nothing to say?
For God's sakes, say

it and be done.”

*

“That we are not
alone,

that there are others
wiser than we are,

we pray, O Lord.”

*

“Some days you slap yourself
silly, there's still nothing there.”



Saturday, March 16, 2013


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“Yes – we
could

play all
sorts of

games or
we could

choose
to do

something
that means

something.”

*

“Any old word
will do,

if it's
the right one.”

*

“Poets
get paid

as if
working

at words
is not

work.”



Friday, March 15, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 15

The beauty of it,

as if the sun
is snow's friend.



Thursday, March 14, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 14

Winter window,
a painting of the wind.



Wednesday, March 13, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 13

Trees
hold the snow

for a later
wind.



Tuesday, March 12, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 12

Since the snow,
sky!

Monday, March 11, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 11

Snowy field,
slanted wind,
and nothing

in this grey
faded light.



Sunday, March 10, 2013


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“To look
is not

to see.”

*

“Eventually
we will have
said everything.

Then what?”

*

“Such poems,
you can't

look at
them straight,

only
out the

corner
of your

eye.”



Saturday, March 09, 2013


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“How to
say anything

without saying
too much?”

“Silly poet, you
bake your biscuits

before they rise.”

*

“So you think
I'm doing nothing

while I practice
at heaven's gate?”

*

“Grind me,
Lord,
like wheat.

Make me
your holy
bread.”



Friday, March 08, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 8

Morning
after the storm -

the light
sings with the birds.



Thursday, March 07, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 7

Still snow
and nothing

redder than
the cardinal.



Wednesday, March 06, 2013

LINES FOR MARCH 6


How
does it

come
to this?

Wind
and snow.

The window
rebuffing

morning
while I'm

here
to notice.

This
blessing.

This
solitude.



Tuesday, March 05, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 5

The trees
say snow.

The wind
says snow.

Somewhere
the birds

say nothing
at all.



Monday, March 04, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 4

Two crows.

One tree.
Winter

evening
darkening.



Sunday, March 03, 2013


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“A greater
patience,

the greater
poem.”

*

“Watchers
and seers,

the poets,
waiting.”

*

That which
we watch

watches us.”



Saturday, March 02, 2013


from
THE OLD POET SAYS

“Ah, the muse,
some days

nothing,
some days

you can't
shut her up.”

*

“It is not
that we speak,

it is
that we are

spoken to.”

*

"I try to
tell the truth

but sometimes
I don't know

what truth is."



Friday, March 01, 2013


LINES FOR MARCH 1

Wide-winged
winter hawk

asks no more
of sun

than we do
on days

like this one.



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