Category Archives: poetry

A Dream of Trees, Mary Oliver

Posted on 27 July 2017 by

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments. I would have time, I thought, and time … Continue reading →

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He Lit a Fire with Icicles, Kay Ryan

Posted on 14 June 2017 by

He Lit a Fire with Icicles This was the work of St. Sebolt, one of his miracles: he lit a fire with icicles. He struck them like a steel to flint, did St. Sebolt. It makes sense only at a … Continue reading →

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The Well of Grief, David H. Whyte

Posted on 27 March 2017 by

The Well of Grief Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief, turning down through its black water to the place we cannot breathe, will never know the source from which we drink, the … Continue reading →

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Darkness, Lord Byron

Posted on 10 March 2017 by

I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air … Continue reading →

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The Lightest Touch, David H. Whyte

Posted on 5 February 2017 by

THE LIGHTEST TOUCH Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, a breeze arriving from nowhere, a whispered healing arrival, a word in your ear, a settling into things, then, like a hand in the dark, it arrests the whole body, … Continue reading →

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Rain, Peter Everwine

Posted on 3 February 2017 by

Rain Toward evening, as the light failed and the pear tree at my window darkened, I put down my book and stood at the open door, the first raindrops gusting in the eaves, a smell of wet clay in the … Continue reading →

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Denise Levertov, Aware

Posted on 6 October 2016 by

Aware When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abundant whispers. My presence made them hush their green breath, embarrassed, the way humans stand up, buttoning their jackets, acting as if they were leaving … Continue reading →

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