A Poem
Winter 1986
Monet’s “Peace under the Lilacs”
We imagine a breeze, then the momentThe breeze stops, the lilacs stillSwaying, but ever so little,The air clear of everythingExcept the recovered innocence of lilacScenting the air, spreading its largess,The […]
Poetry
Spring 2000
Against Consolation
The lecturer is talking about Weil’s essay on “Detachment.” The scent of lilacs intoxicates the air inside the room, cut branches brought in to represent the flowering outside, spring flaring […]
Poetry
Spring 2000
In My Study
An earthen pot of the Acoma, its yin-yang of black and white working against the one way pull of time. A cone from a 4,000-year-old Bristlecone pine. Stones and shells, […]
Poetry
Spring 1991
Hummingbirds
I don’t know when I lost The pleasure of the decorous red throat, The wings whirring so fast The bird could stop mid- Air and sip from the two red feeders Hung […]