These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot

Sunday, February 2, 2020

The cities are falling asleep, each in its house

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
-Mary Oliver

Image: Dmitry Anisimov 
Czeslaw Milosz, from The Separate Notebooks

Sunday, August 4, 2019

We are what suns and winds and waters make us

Image: Richard Leach7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card.

Title: Found in The Poems of Algernon Charles Swinburne, 1904

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Accepting that blur

so knowing,
what is known?
that we carry our baggage
in our cupped hands
when we burst through
the waters of our mother.
that some are born
and some are brought
to the glory of this world.
that it is more difficult
than faith
to serve only one calling
one commitment
one devotion
in one life.

-Lucille Clifton, “Far Memory”

Image: Giovanni Boccaccio
Title: Ruth Stone