The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping […]
25 • Turning
A surprising poem about sustainable practice, as experienced small-scale in the home garden.
24 • Come, night, come Romeo…
from Romeo and Juliet, Scene III, Act II Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven’s back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him […]
23 • Trouble in Paradise
A poem that draws from Garden of Eden ideas and Adam and Eve, to talk about lost love.
22 • At the end of the Sound…
At the end of the Sound, where the pines have been pushed back by an unrelenting salt wind, you will find that jingle-shell beach— where little cups of pearly lemon peach stretch out endlessly. Put your hands to them and you will not know where to stop. […]
21 • Night
Night Stars over snow, And in the west a planet Swinging below a star— Look for a lovely thing and you will find it, It is not far— It will never be far. —Sara Teasdale, featured in The Joy of Poetry
20 • Immolation
Immolation As the horizon looms, flips over to present an endless span of waves, I give up, surrender. My fate’s the fate of falling. I guess I hoped for recognition, that when I pushed my arms into the hostile sun he would look up and see my face, the frame of limb so like his […]
19 • Hawksbill Crag
Hawksbill Crag By gravel road we rise four miles into Ozark bluff. Our truck hugs the slant of timber line thin as a pencil streak. At Hawksbill Crag, we tramp thousands of feet above shaggy pine and the thumb of Jehovah. I clutch a walking stick, while you slide to the edge of the bluff […]
