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I waited on
In the late autumn moonlight,
A train droning out of thought—
The mind on moonlight
And on trains.
Blind as a thread of water
Stirring through a cold like dust,
Lonely beyond all silence
And humming this to children,
The nostalgic listeners in sleep,
Because no guardian
Strides through distance upon distance,
His eyes a web of sleep.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on May 1, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.
I. IN WINTER
Myself
Pale mornings, and
I rise.
Still Morning
Snow air--my fingers curl.
Awakening
New snow, O pine of dawn!
Winter Echo
Thin air! My mind is gone.
The Hunter
Run! In the magpie's shadow.
No Being
I, bent. Thin nights receding.
II. IN SPRING
Spring
I walk out the world's door.
May
Oh, evening in my hair!
Spring Rain
My doorframe smells of leaves.
Song
Why should I stop
for spring?
III.