Tag: Poems

• June 16, 2009

  Resonance with Rilke.

  I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough    to make every moment holy. I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough    just to lie before you like a thing, shrewd and secretive. I want my own will, and I want simply to be with    my will, as it goes…
• March 26, 2009

  I am not a mechanism.

  I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections. And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly, that I am ill. I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep emotional self- and the wounds to the soul take a long, long time, only time can help and patience,…
• August 13, 2008

  There will come soft rains.

  There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not…