Somewhere, an eagle watches the silver fish
from the cottonwoods as if the great artists
once more painted angels hovering in bone
and petal flesh, in soot and rock.
What ancient Chinese poet wrote,
“Though Pity, all our hours, weeping remembers"?
My camera holds the barest inch of this—
what I thought of once in an eagle’s sudden floating
and, again, in the redwing blackbirds I passed by
in the old cattails of a river. And, now,
in this flower I can give you, only here.
—for Renee Good, who could have been my student:
poet, mother, conscientious objector
Introduction to my new Blog: In The Visible Speaking
Dante called the most beautiful things of this world the visible parlare- the visible speaking. A friend said, “I imagine a blog from you within it, within the visible speaking, all these small moments of beauty and image you find through your poetry and photography. And to give it voice, to read your words out loud.” So welcome to my new website and my new written and audio blog, In The Visible Speaking.
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Kathryn Winograd
Poet, Essayist, Photographer
