The Square Circuit

Academia, parenthood, living in a bankrupt city, and what I read in the process.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

st brigid's day

My blogging cohort Creating Text(iles) hipped me to Reya's Silent Poetry Reading: bloggers post a poem they like. Apparently Reya is "a bodyworker, performance artist, and neo-bohemian princess." Um, okay. The poetry thing is cool, though.

Here's my contribution:

After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard

by Charles Wright

East of me, west of me, full summer.
How deeper than elsewhere the dusk is in your own yard.
Birds fly back and forth across the lawn
looking for home
As night drifts up like a little boat.

Day after day, I become of less use to myself.
Like this mockingbird,
I flit from one thing to the next.
What do I have to look forward to at fifty-four?
Tomorrow is dark.
Day-after-tomorrow is darker still.

The sky dogs are whimpering.
Fireflies are dragging the hush of evening
up from the damp grass.
Into the world's tumult, into the chaos of every day,
Go quietly, quietly.

Another, longer, and to my mind much superior Charles Wright poem is available at Cary Nelson's great Modern American Poetry site.


  • At 7:42 AM, Blogger Anne said…

    Thank you!

    Loved this.

    (Reya's cool, too.)


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