And the way the light is. This morning I’ve been with Joanne Kyger, and I’ve been staying here, in the second half of a poem dated December 1, 1996, from AGAIN: Poems 1989-2000.
Try to be vast now. Remember this strand
of conscious thinking vibrating like a watery
jewel on the morning’s cobweb. All show, plunk
it falls, so temporal, this attempt to cliché the moment.
As all falls silent.
Here I mention chlorine, pink ruffles, teaching, and amputation:
Where Voices Are Made, and Where They Find Us
Last Sunday, I read with Martha Rhodes, Martha Webster, and Marguerite Maria Rivas at Cedarmere, the former home of William Cullen Bryant. The Friends of Cedarmere have restored the home, transformed the grounds, and have brought poetry back to this beautiful place! It was an honor to be part of the first season of the reading series.