Brenda Shaughnessy, "Inappropriate Dreams"
sharingpoetry: I can’t tell you how often. You in the grocery store embarrassing everyone with the lettuce. Elsewhere, food in the file folders. It’s not supposed to be there, get it? Another time you were rolling down a hill like a blueberry rolling toward me, a bear who will eat anything this time of year but wants just you. Then you are not you but the plum of a pebble that I skipped into the...
Sharing Poetry: Robert Frost, "Reluctance" →
sharingpoetry: Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save those that the oak is keeping To ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creeping
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates / From its own wreck the thing it...