One of my favorite poems
Posted Tue May 17, 2005 06:46 PM
A registered letter for the Jensens. I walk down their drive
Through the gate of their thick-hedged yard, and by God there they are,
On a blanket on the grass, asleep, buck-naked, honeymooners
Not married a month. I smile, turn to leave,
But can't help looking back. Lord, they're a pretty sight,
Both of them, tangled up in each other, easy in their skin--
It's their own front yard, after all, perfectly closed in
By privet hedge and country. Maybe they were here all night.
I want to believe they'd do that, not thinking of me
Or anyone but themselves, alone in the world
Of the yard with its clipped grass and fresh-picked fruit trees.
Whatever this letter says can wait. To hell with the mail.
I slip through the gate, silent as I came, and leave them
Alone. There's no one they need to hear from.
Posted Wed May 18, 2005 12:36 PM
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there: I did not die
Posted Sun Aug 07, 2005 08:03 PM
Posted Sun Aug 07, 2005 08:07 PM
Posted Sun Aug 07, 2005 08:12 PM
The author of the poem I posted above is T.R. Hummer.
Posted Sun Aug 07, 2005 08:13 PM
Posted Sun Aug 07, 2005 09:00 PM