tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580043995733588212.post8082577373365275294..comments2021-03-31T13:08:17.977-07:00Comments on South Burlington Library: Taking a Pause: Poetry in Times of UncertaintySouth Burlington Public Libraryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056605793512553902noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580043995733588212.post-24652858932664833172020-04-16T07:52:19.600-07:002020-04-16T07:52:19.600-07:00Here's another timely Wendell Berry poem.
To...Here's another timely Wendell Berry poem.<br /><br /><br />To Know the Dark<br /><br />To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.<br />To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,<br />and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,<br />and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.<br /> -- Wendell BerryLoishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00019935892648912740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580043995733588212.post-74957980948685921072020-04-09T11:41:06.341-07:002020-04-09T11:41:06.341-07:00A shorty but goodie for all ages:
Listen to the M...A shorty but goodie for all ages:<br /><br />Listen to the MUSN'TS, child,<br />Listen to the DON'TS<br />Listen to the SHOULDN'TS<br />The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS<br />Listen to the NEVER HAVES<br />Then listen close to me-<br />Anything can happen, child,<br />ANYTHING can be<br /><br />By Shel SilversteinJesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06718780153858919634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580043995733588212.post-78939200765887957822020-04-09T07:36:36.504-07:002020-04-09T07:36:36.504-07:00One of my favorites at this time of year One of my favorites at this time of year Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07221714479766887074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580043995733588212.post-49710734302102376992020-04-09T07:36:06.000-07:002020-04-09T07:36:06.000-07:00Ice Out
As late as yesterday ice preoccupied
the...Ice Out<br /><br />As late as yesterday ice preoccupied <br />the pond - dark, half-melted,water-logged.<br />Then it sank in the night, one piece, <br />taking winer with it. And afterward<br />everything seems simple and good.<br /><br />All afternoon I lifted oak leaves<br />from the flowerbeds, and greeted <br />like friends the green-white crowns<br />of perennials. They have the tender,<br />unnerving beauty of a baby's head. <br /><br />How I've hated to come in! I've left <br />the windows open to hear the peepers'<br />wildly disproportionate cries.<br />Dinner is over, no one stirs. The dog<br />Sighs, sneezes, and closes his eyes.<br /><br />Jane Kenyon <br /><br />One of my favorites at this time of year Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07221714479766887074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580043995733588212.post-5815442994078482722020-04-08T12:05:49.602-07:002020-04-08T12:05:49.602-07:00Coincidentally three poets whom I admire. I love t...Coincidentally three poets whom I admire. I love the image of the violent sweep of my house and the world offering itself to my imagination. And the strong statement that I don't have to be good(all the time, at everything) for the geese to fly over me!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10979725672192478902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580043995733588212.post-67302355669073003672020-04-08T10:41:28.734-07:002020-04-08T10:41:28.734-07:00Another beautiful poem from Mary Oliver:
The Summe...Another beautiful poem from Mary Oliver:<br />The Summer Day<br />Who made the world?<br />Who made the swan, and the black bear?<br />Who made the grasshopper?<br />This grasshopper, I mean-<br />the one who has flung herself out of the grass,<br />the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,<br />who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-<br />who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.<br />Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.<br />Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.<br />I don't know exactly what a prayer is.<br />I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down<br />into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,<br />how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,<br />which is what I have been doing all day.<br />Tell me, what else should I have done?<br />Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?<br />Tell me, what is it you plan to do<br />with your one wild and precious life?<br />—Mary OliverSteve and Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09145981069109177265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580043995733588212.post-37985232847766165732020-04-08T10:03:36.430-07:002020-04-08T10:03:36.430-07:00How beautiful and timely these poems are. Here'...How beautiful and timely these poems are. Here's another.<br /><br />If you find yourself half naked<br />and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing,<br />again, the earth's great, sonorous moan that says<br />you are the air of the now and gone, that says<br />all you love will turn to dust,<br />and will meet you there, do not<br />raise your fist. Do not raise<br />your small voice against it. And do not<br />take cover. Instead, curl your toes<br />into the grass, watch the cloud <br />ascending from your lips. Walk<br />through the garden's dormant splendor.<br />Say only, thank you.<br />Thank you.<br />-- Ross GayLoishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00019935892648912740noreply@blogger.com