Animal Languages
–Chase Twichell
In snow, all tracks
–animal and human—
speak to one another,a long conversation that keeps breaking off
then starting up again.I want to read those pages
instead of the kind
made of human words.I want to write in the language of those
who have been to that place before me.
Month: October 2019
widow
StandardA Widow
–Ted Kooser
She’s combed his neckties out of her hair
and torn out the tongues of his shoes.
She’s poured his ashes out of their urn
and into his humidor. For the very last time,
she’s scrubbed the floor around the toilet.
She hates him even more for dying.
room and world
StandardThe Room and the World
–Stephen Dunn
blue river
StandardWaking at Night
–Jack Gilbert
The blue river is grey at morning
and evening. There is twilight
at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark
wondering if this quiet in me now
is a beginning or an end.
blunt
StandardBlunt
–Kay Ryan
If we could love
the blunt
and not
the pointwe would
almost constantly
have what we want.What is the
blunt of this
I would ask youour conversation
weeding up
like the Sargasso.
the earth’s throat
StandardGorge
–Vicki Feaver
This is the earth’s throat.
When we shout, it shouts back.
It only has to wait to eat:boys hurling stones
over the precipice, poised
as if a breathcould topple them
into the abyss; a girl
laid fainting on the ledge.A cyclist passes, wheels
inches from a lip
crumbling like biscuit.You hug the rock-wall,
grasping at ferns
sprouting wherever waterhas trickled into crevices.
I walk behind you, repeating
the psalm: Thy rod and staffcomfort me… though I walk
through the valley
of the shadow of death…I don’t know why we’re here:
why we didn’t turn back
at the first bend where the path
seemed to travel into air;
why we’re honeymooning
in mountains at all;unless we’ve slipped
through the crust of the earth
and arrived in a circle of helland this is the punishment
for coming to the end of love
and daring to love again:to walk along a path
cut into soft red rock
high on the wall of a gorgein a dance where the caller cries
two steps to the left,
a little push.
death’s secret
StandardDeath’s Secret
–Gösta Ågren
It is not true
that death begins after life.
When life stops
death also stops.
distances
StandardDistances
–Philippe Jaccottet
Swifts turn in the heights of the air;
higher still turn the invisible stars.
When day withdraws to the ends of the earth
their fires shine on a dark expanse of sand.We live in a world of motion and distance.
The heart flies from tree to bird,
from bird to distant star,
from star to love; and love grows
in the quiet house, turning and working,
servant of thought, a lamp held in one hand.
faults escaped
StandardFaults Escaped
–Sarah Howe
fence
StandardSnow Fence
–Ted Kooser
The red fence
takes the cold trail
north; no meat
on its ribs,
but neither has it
much to carry.