Moving down the track
"Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track But you'll be hearing...
That thing with feathers
"We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness– Being walkers with the sun and morning." From 'Walkers with the dawn' by...
Waxed!
Suffering is alchemy, change is God Now you droop your head, heavy with rust Sit, contemplate, what did Buddha say? Old age, sickness,...
Chipper
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices over those things that interest them. But we...
Living next door to the Lord
You, God, who live next door– If at times, through the long night, I trouble you with my urgent knocking– this is why: I hear you...
Everything is everything
Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my...
Pablo to the rescue
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs? and the poppy-petalled metaphysics ? and the rain repeatedly spattering its words and...
Down the rabbit hole
The people I’m looking for—I don’t know where they are. I don’t know the color of their clothing. From across the park I see the dark...
Princess-style
#thisweekinpoetry: Every week I look back at the past few days and try to find a poetic quote to match. Or maybe the other way around, I...
A whole lotta Neruda
#thisweekinpoetry: Every week I look back at the past few days and try to find a poetic quote to match. Or maybe the other way around, I...
