from "Celebration"
"Brilliant, this day--a young virtuoso of a day.
Morning shadows cut by sharpest scissors,
deft hands. And every prodigy of green--
whether it's ferns or lichens or needles
or impatient points of bud on spindly bushes--
greener than ever before."
from This Great Unknowing, LAST POEMS
Denise LEVERTOV
Monday, July 19, 2010
Appalachian Night - Mark Jackley
Enfolded by pure darkness
a train slips through the hills,
past the occasional litter of homes
leaking yellow light.
In a kitchen window
the silhouette of an enormous man who thinks,
gazing at the train,
he could love anyone on board.
Mark JACKLEY
Collected in THERE WILL BE SILENCE WHILE YOU WAIT
Plain View Press
a train slips through the hills,
past the occasional litter of homes
leaking yellow light.
In a kitchen window
the silhouette of an enormous man who thinks,
gazing at the train,
he could love anyone on board.
Mark JACKLEY
Collected in THERE WILL BE SILENCE WHILE YOU WAIT
Plain View Press
September 11, 2001 - Mark Jackley
Returning in darkness
to her mother's, my two-year-old glanced
at our neighborhood woods
and whispered, Listen, monsters.
Before I could reason with her
she climbed into my arms,
placed a tiny hand on my mouth
and commanded, Shhh.
Mark JACKLEY
Collected in THERE WILL BE SILENCE WHILE YOU WAIT, Plain View Press
to her mother's, my two-year-old glanced
at our neighborhood woods
and whispered, Listen, monsters.
Before I could reason with her
she climbed into my arms,
placed a tiny hand on my mouth
and commanded, Shhh.
Mark JACKLEY
Collected in THERE WILL BE SILENCE WHILE YOU WAIT, Plain View Press
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