“There’s a certain Slant of light,” by Emily Dickinson
There's a certain Slant of light, There’s a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons –That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –We can find no scar,But internal difference –Where the… Continue Reading
“Woman Me” by Maya Angelou
Woman Me Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in the cleavage of your breasts Beggar-Kings and red-ringed Priests seek glory at the meeting of your thighs A grasp of Lions. A lap… Continue Reading
“The Dream Keeper” by Langston Hughes
The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world. And… Continue Reading
“Love Minus Zero, No Limit” by Bob Dylan
Love Minus Zero, No Limit My love she speaks like silenceWithout ideals or violenceShe doesn’t have to say she’s faithfulYet she’s true, like ice, like firePeople carry rosesMake promises by the hoursMy love she laughs… Continue Reading
“Someone Leans Near” by Toni Morrison
Someone Leans Near Someone leans nearAnd sees the salt your eyes have shed. You wait, longing to hearWords of reason, love or playTo lash or lull you toward the hollow day. Silence kneads your fearOf… Continue Reading
“A Poem for the Road” by Mary Oliver
A Poem for the Road Softest of mornings, hello. And what will you do today, I wonder, to my heart? And how much honey can the heart stand, I wonder, before it must break? This… Continue Reading
“The Snow that never drifts” by Emily Dickinson
The Snow that never drifts The Snow that never drifts -The transient, fragrant snowThat comes a single time a YearIs softly driving now - So thorough in the TreeAt night beneath the starThat it was… Continue Reading
“Shoveling Snow with Buddha” by Billy Collins
Shoveling Snow with Buddha In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, tossing the dry snow over a mountain of his bare, round… Continue Reading
“Snowfall” by Ravi Shankar
Snowfall Particulate as ash, new year’s first snow falls upon peaked roofs, car hoods, undulant hills, in imitation of motion that moves the way static cascades down screens when the cable zaps out, persistent &… Continue Reading
“Year’s End” by Jorge Luis Borges
Year’s End Neither the symbolic detail of a three instead of a two, nor that rough metaphor that hails one term dying and another emerging nor the fulfillment of an astronomical process muddle and undermine… Continue Reading