(C) R.L.K.
1.
Morning radio
Bleats the news that is no news.
Wind rattles the panes.
2.
A few white snowflakes fall
On a few black trees.
Someone has gone away.
3.
Chilly night.
A weary moon drags itself
Across a cloud-ragged sky.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
One More for the Old Philosopher
(C) R.L.K.
This possible world is the real world,
For now, and nothing but the world of things
Experienced every day-- this world
In which we move and have our being.
Ask this: can this possible world possibly
Be improved by imagining it improved?
Think of those moments, as in the morning,
When the shadows of pine trees
Patch the hillside grass. Think
Of those moments, as in the evening,
When moonlight glistens on the rooftops.
This possible world is the real world,
For now, and nothing but the world of things
Experienced every day-- this world
In which we move and have our being.
Ask this: can this possible world possibly
Be improved by imagining it improved?
Think of those moments, as in the morning,
When the shadows of pine trees
Patch the hillside grass. Think
Of those moments, as in the evening,
When moonlight glistens on the rooftops.
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