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I was cleaning out a closet this morning when I found an old Norton Poetry Anthology from my senior year in high school. Here are a few things I came upon. I fucking love poetry, by the way. Happy Tuesday!
from "The Windows"
Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word?
He is a brittle crazy glass;
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.
from "The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket"
For water, for the deep where the high tide
Mutters to its hurt self, mutters and ebbs.
Waves wallow in their wash, go out and out,
Leave only the death-rattle of the crabs,
the beach increasing, its enormous snout
Sucking the ocean's side.
This is the end of running on the waves;
We are poured out like water. Who will dance
The mast-lashed master of Leviathans
up from this field of Quakers in their unstoned graves?
"Wish for a Young Wife"
My lizard, my lovely writher,
May your limbs never wither,
May the eyes in your face
Survive the green ice
Of envy's mean gaze;
May you live out your life
Without hate, without grief,
And your hair ever blaze,
In the sun, in the sun,
When I am undone,
When I am no one.