August 2010
18 posts
from unfold! unfold! theodore roethke.
sing, sing, you symbols! all simple creatures,
all small shapes, willow-shy,
in the obscure haze, sing!
a light song comes from the leaves.
a slow sigh says yes. and light sighs;
a low voice, summer-sad.
we are not idle: summer, 1944. brewster ghiselin
Never busier. Listening and reading, waiting,
Treading where we have trodden, working, winking,
Hating, hailing, blurring the banners, shouting,
For Europe sings like a kitchen before our feasting.
And we do not hear the ancient Darkness thicking.
from the still time. galway kinnell.
I remember those summer nights
when I was young and empty,
when I lay through the darkness
wanting, wanting,
knowing
I would have nothing of anything I wanted—
that total craving
that hollows the heart out irreversibly.
