Seven poems, must-reads for me… #6: James Wright, “Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota”
Seven poems, must-reads for me… no particular order #6:
James Wright
“Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota”
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
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“sorrow song” manages to briefly hold us hostage to history. I think this is a good thing to have done to us: to those of us who have not lived such suffering. Thanks Sam, for posting some Lucille Clifton.