Tag: Poetry
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Elegy: Another Flower for Good
I wanted to introduce my new blog, “in the visible speaking,” that combines photography, poetry, and audio in the search for beauty, for what Dante called the “visible speaking.” But this week calls for something else : Elegy: Another Flower for Good.
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River Ballet
so I thought:maybe deathisn’t darkness, after all,but so much light–Mary Oliver, White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field To wait by the long river is to sometimes think we wait only by the ruins we construct, the river we want only to lovefor being the river harnessed into our scattering citiesharnessed into their…
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Far in the Old Homesteader’s Field
the elk wake me. Cold morning, early fire.As if the world should be beautiful here, now, cloud bank portending not snowbut the glaze of cow fences, my finger burn of cold. Amid the world burning, amid its razing,this moment’s abyss turns me back to naked trees in white sunlight. How can I speak this in another…