Filtering by Tag: Poetry
The magic of falling in love is one of those topics that can be written about again and again. Here's a version by Mark Doty. My favorite line: Some things/wear their beginning.
Mark Doty, 1953
A month at least before the bloom
and already five bare-limbed cherries
by the highway ringed in a haze
of incipient fire
—middle of the afternoon,
a faint pink-bronze glow. Some things
wear their becoming:
the night we walked,
nearly strangers, from a fevered party
to the corner where you’d left your motorcycle,
afraid some rough wind might knock it to the curb,
you stood on the other side
of the upright machine, other side
of what would be us, and tilted your head
toward me over the wet leather seat
while you strapped your helmet on,
engineer boots firm on the black pavement.
Did we guess we’d taken the party’s fire with us,
somewhere behind us that dim apartment
cooling around its core like a stone?
Can you know, when you’re not even a bud
but a possibility poised at some brink?
Of course we couldn’t see ourselves,
though love’s the template and rehearsal
of all being, something coming to happen
where nothing was…
But just now
I thought of a troubled corona of new color,
visible echo, and wondered if anyone
driving in the departing gust and spatter
on Seventh Avenue might have seen
the cloud breathed out around us
as if we were a pair
of—could it be?—soon-to-flower trees.
She was an inspiration on so many fronts -- literature, entertainment, activism, positivism.
May we all live "phenomenally."
Last night, the Reader's Loft and the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets launched what we're hoping will be a regular series of poetry readings. Here's a small "sampler" of the evening: