Sunday Morning
April half moon
obscured by cloud
peaking through trees
settling upon suburban
house-top; almost dawn.
obscured by cloud
peaking through trees
settling upon suburban
house-top; almost dawn.
Labels: here, now, observation, present
6 Comments:
april half moon
has a nice ring to it
:)
Thanks Kel - I've rewritten it a half dozen times in my head but will let it stand as a first off effort.
Nice. :)
:-) Thanks. Spreading my wings a bit.
very nice. :)
Wondering if you've read this before, and if you'd like it:
Ars Poetica
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone<
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown –
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind –
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
A poem should be equal to:
Not true
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea –
A poem should not mean
But be
-Archibald McLeish
Simply beautiful use of language. Aaahhhh!!!
I had heard of it; seen references to it but don't think I have ever read it. I appreciate you sharing it here and posted it in it's entirety for everyone to enjoy. I'll be printing that one off to reflect on (and aspire to).
The author's name sounds familiar; must go searching....
and find the meaning of 'ars'... latin?
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