A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. ~ Amy Lowell They have watered the street, It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps, And lies Like a slow-moving river, Barred with silver and black. Cabs go down it, One, And then another. Between them I hear the shuffling of feet. Tramps doze on the window-ledges, […]
Thanks W. S. Merwin Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water thanking […]
The Way It Is — William Stafford There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can’t get lost. Tragedies happen; people […]
In Beauty I Walk ~ Diné prayer In beauty I walk In beauty I walk My eyes see beauty My thoughts find beauty My feelings rouse beauty My words name beauty With beauty above me, I walk With beauty below me, I walk With beauty behind me and before me, I walk With beauty all […]
Autumn ~ Amy Lowell They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia, Opulent, flaunting. Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk. Round, ripe gold Of maturity, Meticulously frilled and flaming, A fire-ball of proclamation: Fecundity decked in staring yellow For all the world to see. They brought a quilled, yellow dahlia, To me who […]
