poetry

Sunday Poetry: As the Halcyon Days Wind Down and the New Year Beckons

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May your voyage be long, full of adventure, with many harbors seen for the first time. Ithaka by Constantine P. Cavafy (1911) As you set out for Ithaka hope the voyage is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things like … Read more

Sweet October

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  This year, I have come staggering and stumbling into October. Usually, I am bursting with joy, swirling into this rich, magical time that I adore. But there’s been the shocking, sudden death of a beloved friend, eight years younger than me… several work disappointments that I was not expecting… Hard and harder world news … Read more

Twenty Years Gone

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 Ripple Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Jerry Garcia If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music? Would you hold it near, as it were your own? It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they’re better … Read more

This Lughnasadh, Let Us Not Be Deaf to the Tick of the Leaves

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I adore this poem for the days of Lughnasadh, and so I am encoring my posting of it from years past. With it, I send you blessings of faith, and abundant, miraculous harvests; and most of all, the grace to know them. Love and thanksgiving. Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith by Mary … Read more

Sunday Poetry: The May Queen is Waiting

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The May Queen Is Waiting by Ruth Barrett and Cyntia Smith Originally recorded on The Heart is the Only Nation, BMI. I’ll prepare the furrowed earth for your sweet body. The stars are rising in the moonlit sky. The May Queen is waiting. Her voice reaches as you sleep, can you awaken to live the … Read more

Sunday Poetry for a Winter’s Day

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The Breathing by Denise Levertov An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog slowly flows uphill. White cobwebs, the grass leaning where deer have looked for apples. The woods from brook to where the top of the hill looks over the fog, send up not one bird. So absolute, it … Read more