Sunday, November 14, 2010

Your Sunday Poem

This by Charles Wright, from the July 15, 2010 New York Review of Books.

Crystal Declension

Well, two things are certain –
                        the sun will rise and the sun will set.
Most everything else is up for grabs.
It’s back on its way down now
As a mother moose and her twin calves
Step lightly, lightly
                          across the creek through the understory
And half-lit grasses,
Then disappear in a clutch of willow bushes.
                                                          If one, anyone,
Could walk through his own life as delicately, as sure,
As she did, all wreckage, all deadfall,
Would stay sun-lit, and ring like crystal among the trees.

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