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Poetry

16 Oct

I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness

E.E. Cummings

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INTO A BAR: BRUCE MCRAE

12 Mar

Into a Bar
Bruce McRae

A man walks into a bar.
In his head are visions of amber.
A nail is hammered into his hair.
His hat is in splinters.

Here’s a poem by Lisel Mueller that celebrates mystery.

3 Jan

American Life in Poetry: Column 354

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006

A wise friend told me that since the Age of Reason we’ve felt we had to explain everything, and that as a result we’ve forgotten the value of mystery. Here’s a poem by Lisel Mueller that celebrates mystery. Mueller is a Pulitzer Prize winning poet from Illinois.

 

Sometimes, When the Light

Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles
and pulls you back into childhood

and you are passing a crumbling mansion
completely hidden behind old willows

or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks
and giant firs standing hip to hip,

you know again that behind that wall,
under the uncut hair of the willows

something secret is going on,
so marvelous and dangerous

that if you crawled through and saw,
you would die, or be happy forever.

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