Of Loving Little Objects
We who love little objects rendered dear By long association, have this much That we can keep with us through the severe Sharp hurt of leaving our own place. The touch Of a little Cutch girl pitcher that has held Tulips of many springs and the smile upon A tiny china gentleman’s face, that quelled […]
And See the Sun
Say no that any sorrow Is past your strength to bear. To learn the disavowal, Implicit, of despair, Rise in the earliest dawning And see the sun take flight. Whoever knows the morning Need never fear the night. –From Halfway Up the Sky (written in winter 1950)
The Table
My father hewed the walnut tree That grew upon the land he tilled, And of its wood he made for me This table. Now his hand is stilled And others plow the uphill land And reap its crops; but warm and good I feel the strong touch of his hand Upon this richly gleaming wood. […]