Sunday, July 29, 2012

“...the poet’s work is to make a private vision public—through the stubborn, 
inadequate, infinitely flexible medium of language...”

Jeffrey Skinner, from The 6.5 Practices of Moderately Successful Poets

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

(American Life in Poetry: Column 382  by Ted Kooser)

The Promise by Jane Hirshfield

Stay, I said
to the cut flowers.
They bowed
their heads lower.

Stay, I said to the spider,
who fled.

Stay, leaf.
It reddened,
embarrassed for me and itself.

Stay, I said to my body.
It sat as a dog does,
obedient for a moment,
soon starting to tremble.

Stay, to the earth
of riverine valley meadows,
of fossiled escarpments,
of limestone and sandstone.
It looked back
with a changing expression, in silence.

Stay, I said to my loves.
Each answered,