Poem from James Wright: "Lying in a Hammock..." (This is my summertime life.)
If I had a top ten list for poems, this would be on it.
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk,Blowing like a leaf in green shadow. Down the ravine behind the empty house, The cowbells follow one another Into the distances of the afternoon. To my right,In a field of sunlight between two pines, The droppings of last year’s horses Blaze up into golden stones.I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on. A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.I have wasted my life.
BY JAMES WRIGHT
James Wright, “Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota” from Above the River: The Complete Poems and Selected Prose. from the Poetry Foundation: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177229
~ Kells
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Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk,Blowing like a leaf in green shadow. Down the ravine behind the empty house, The cowbells follow one another Into the distances of the afternoon. To my right,In a field of sunlight between two pines, The droppings of last year’s horses Blaze up into golden stones.I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on. A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.I have wasted my life.
BY JAMES WRIGHT
James Wright, “Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota” from Above the River: The Complete Poems and Selected Prose. from the Poetry Foundation: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177229
~ Kells
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