worlds inhabited by roamingly
stern bright faeries
if you love
me)distance is mind carefully
luminous with innumerable gnomes
Of complete dream
if we love each(shyly)
other,what clouds do or Silently
Flowers resembles beauty
less than our breathing” —“if i love You” (poem LVI) by E. E. Cummings (in Complete Poems 1904 - 1962)
Small questions fill her mind like birds circling. Skeleton trees, stripped of their flesh by frost, are changing again. Green tips harden at last year’s final moments.
She waits at the wild end of the garden, leaning on a gate in her coat—the one she wouldn’t wear. But now everything seems beautiful—especially the buttons; small tusks discolored by a thousand meals. The mystery of pockets.
At the farthest end of the wood, where no one comes, is where her life begins and ends.” —First lines to Everything Beautiful Began After by Simon Van Booy
On the threshold of this poem shake off the dust
the powder of hate from your soul
set aside passion
so as not to defile words
Into this space step alone
and the tenderness of things will enfold you
and lead you toward the dark
as if you had lost worldly sight
There whatever was named will return
and stand in the radiance so you and I
can find each other
like two trees that were lost in fog
or not enough
The world comes into the poem.
The poem comes into the world.
Reciprocity – it all comes down
As with lovers:
When it’s right you can’t say
Who is kissing whom.
Lighten up, lighten up.
Let go of the heaviness.
Was it a poem from the Book
That so weighed you down?
Impossible. Less than a feather.
Less than the seed a milkweed
Pod releases in the breeze.