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Poems for a Small Park
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E.D. Blodgett7 ratings, 3.14 average rating, 2 reviews
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“not mountains nor the sea
but casual hills and bluffs of poplars are our lot
invisible beside us coyotes walk along the margins of the night their voices strangely filled with sorrow and with joy and all around them light
as if pouring from their mouths not notes but stars were falling brightly home”
― Poems for a Small Park
but casual hills and bluffs of poplars are our lot
invisible beside us coyotes walk along the margins of the night their voices strangely filled with sorrow and with joy and all around them light
as if pouring from their mouths not notes but stars were falling brightly home”
― Poems for a Small Park
“nothing lay so clear
before those who stood
on these banks than the great
canopy of sky that spread
above them and poured forth
its endless light
and everything it seemed
stood eternal here
all that was laid bare
or the golden light
of grain heading out
in summer calls them all
and gazing into it
they see summers
spread everywhere before
them flowing through
the air generations of the sun
standing in sheaves
while over all of them
the silent river and
the grass against their feet
a star unmoving
stands beyond anyone’s grasp
this is the light that draws them all into
the dream of what will be
when they no longer walk here
possibility
rises in the light
as if every dawn
turned departure toward
endless arrivals
where only the rising sun
holds time in its light
asleep upon our hands
but of the past of all
who stand here it is
somewhere other than now
intermittent in
the sky as if it were
the moon floating away
and all that is recalled
growing dimmer through
the evenings of the mind”
― Poems for a Small Park
before those who stood
on these banks than the great
canopy of sky that spread
above them and poured forth
its endless light
and everything it seemed
stood eternal here
all that was laid bare
or the golden light
of grain heading out
in summer calls them all
and gazing into it
they see summers
spread everywhere before
them flowing through
the air generations of the sun
standing in sheaves
while over all of them
the silent river and
the grass against their feet
a star unmoving
stands beyond anyone’s grasp
this is the light that draws them all into
the dream of what will be
when they no longer walk here
possibility
rises in the light
as if every dawn
turned departure toward
endless arrivals
where only the rising sun
holds time in its light
asleep upon our hands
but of the past of all
who stand here it is
somewhere other than now
intermittent in
the sky as if it were
the moon floating away
and all that is recalled
growing dimmer through
the evenings of the mind”
― Poems for a Small Park
“and let us turn our heart
to old trees that through
the many winters of
their lives have reached forth
to greet the passing birds
and in their branches held
the winds that went astray
beneath the frozen moon
and solitary stars”
― Poems for a Small Park
to old trees that through
the many winters of
their lives have reached forth
to greet the passing birds
and in their branches held
the winds that went astray
beneath the frozen moon
and solitary stars”
― Poems for a Small Park
“winter falls at length
through darkness and
the snow unable to go on
unable on the still
river to return
making this the last home
all elsewhere now
the dream that is to come
unable to take shape”
― Poems for a Small Park
through darkness and
the snow unable to go on
unable on the still
river to return
making this the last home
all elsewhere now
the dream that is to come
unable to take shape”
― Poems for a Small Park
“the time of legend falls slowly on this place everywhere unseen
but each return of snow the moon settling
on the river like a leaf
composed of silence and unfathomable light
are the only tales it tells”
― Poems for a Small Park
but each return of snow the moon settling
on the river like a leaf
composed of silence and unfathomable light
are the only tales it tells”
― Poems for a Small Park
“beauty from summer falls unnoticed through ravines
that from the river reach deeper through the earth
where silence unadorned rises in our hands”
― Poems for a Small Park
that from the river reach deeper through the earth
where silence unadorned rises in our hands”
― Poems for a Small Park
“late in the afternoon
deer drift toward the bank gazing with wakeful eyes
at houses that throughout
the day start to rise
as if the wind among the leaves
the river flowing past
had strangely come to rest no farther place to reach”
― Poems for a Small Park
deer drift toward the bank gazing with wakeful eyes
at houses that throughout
the day start to rise
as if the wind among the leaves
the river flowing past
had strangely come to rest no farther place to reach”
― Poems for a Small Park
“as from beads of rain
the early light glances
off the wakened river toward
the dazzled children
who wait beside the bank
their eyes frozen fountains
but where is to be found
the dream of rivers exhaled
free from winter ice
in willow tufts perhaps
or the breath of clean birds
come back pursuing the sun”
― Poems for a Small Park
the early light glances
off the wakened river toward
the dazzled children
who wait beside the bank
their eyes frozen fountains
but where is to be found
the dream of rivers exhaled
free from winter ice
in willow tufts perhaps
or the breath of clean birds
come back pursuing the sun”
― Poems for a Small Park
