Sep 20
The Small by Theodore Roethke The small birds swirl around;The high cicadas chirr;A towhee pecks the ground;I look at the first star:My heart held to its joy,This whole September day. The moon goes to the full; The moon goes slowly down; The wood becomes a wall. Far things draw closer in. A wind moves through …
Sep 19
From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee From blossoms comesthis brown paper bag of peacheswe bought from the boyat the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands,from sweet fellowship in the bins,comes nectar at the roadside, succulentpeaches we devour, dusty skin and all,comes the familiar dust of summer, dust …
Sep 18
So Much Happiness by Naomi Shihab Nye It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.With sadness there is something to rub against,a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change. …
Sep 17
“Hope” is the thing with feathers (#314) by Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul –And sings the tune without the words –And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –And sore must be the storm –That could abash the little …
Sep 16
Praise Song for the Day by Elizabeth Alexander A Poem for Barack Obama’s Presidential Inauguration Each day we go about our business,walking past each other, catching each other’seyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us isnoise and bramble, thorn and din, eachone of our ancestors on …
