God Says Yes To Me

God Says Yes To Me

by Kaylin Haught

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don’t paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I’m telling you is
Yes Yes Yes

 

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Published in: on November 4, 2009 at 8:35 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Let Evening Come

Let Evening Come

by Jane Kenyon

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

Published in: on October 8, 2009 at 6:31 pm  Comments (1)  
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Two Short Rilke Poems

by Ranier Maria Rilke

Wer seines Lebens viele Widersinne

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
Of her life, and weaves them gratefully
Into a single cloth –
It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
And clears it for a different celebration.

Where the one guest is you.
In the softness of evening
It’s you she receives.

You are the partner of her loneliness,
The unspeaking center of her monologues.
With each disclosure you encompass more
And she stretches beyond what limits her,
To hold you.

Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen

I live my life in widening circles
that spread out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?

(I realized that for those of you who are unfamiliar with Rilke, the previously posted poem may not have been as meaningful. These two above are from my favorite collection of his poems with, I think the best translations, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God. Rilke wrote this book – in German – in his twenties. That’s pretty cool.)

Published in: on March 18, 2009 at 3:16 am  Leave a Comment  
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