They think they love God! It is only his old clothes—of which they make scarecrows for the children. Where will they come nearer to God than in these very children? —Henry David Thoreau, Journal (Nov...
I split the dawn clutching my pen
and thoughts of You
roaming round my head the clock runs on
I won't let go
of my marker
and my clipboard
and thoughs of You
like flowers blooming
in my head a pink haze dawns
MIND TO NO-MIND
The distance from Mind to No-mind
Is only a thought sacrificed
It does not exist.
A word unspoken
A touch unreal
A deed dreamt.
The roar of silence
Stillness spanning Time and Space
Deeper and deeper into Being
e.e. cummings is one of my favorite poets – most people recognize him for his refusal to capitalize, his odd punctuation, his unorthodox use of space, and his inventive diction. M. L. Rosenthal wrote in...
Michael S. Harper My selection this week is the powerful Michael S. Harper poem, "Reuben, Reuben," from the collection Images of Kin, which came out in 1977 and was nominated for a National Book Award. It has...
Monday, October 11, 2010
By Jude Rittenhouse Late today, light’s long fingers—penetrating a wicker chair—made a short-lived lace on a forest green cushion: a briefly flickering legend that will never be precisely repeated and will...
I think one of the greatest of metaphysical poems is Henry Vaughan’s masterpiece “The Night.” The poem takes as its inspiration the scene from the third chapter of John, Nicodemus visiting Jesus by night....