i guess i'm going to start typing in a few of my recent favorite poems to share with anyone who happens to come across this blog. is anybody following this blog? hmm. don't think so. anyway, recently... and by "recently" i mean "over the last 6 months or so"... i've come across some poems that i've really enjoyed. some of my favorite poets are Robert Creeley, Anne Sexton, Frank O'Hara, and many others, but i'm always on the look-out for good new or old stuff. so here we go. hopefully, i -and they- are off the radar and no one will object to me re-typing these poems. if anyone does object feel free to e-mail me or message me or whatever and i'll correct the offense. get ready. get set... here's the first one:
A Northern Wind
Every second the question comes,
How long will you stay dregs?
Rise. Do not keep stirring the heavy sediment.
Let murkiness settle.
Some torches, even when they burn with spirit,
give off more smoke than light.
No matter how hard you stare into muddy water,
you will not see the moon or the sun.
A northern wind arrives that burnishes grief
and opens the sky.
The soul wants to walk out in that cleansing air
and not come back. The soul is a stranger trying to find a home,
somewhere that is not a where.
Why keep grazing on why?
Good falcon soul,
you have flown around foraging long enough.
Swing back now toward the emperor's whistling.
~ Rumi ( translation by Coleman Barks, 2010 )
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