in which there is poetry

Not mine, no. But if I’m letting other people speak for me tonight- too tired to come up with my own- well, this is what’s been with me most, these last few days. It’s from Helen Farish’s most recent collection, Intimates. I am repeatedly surprised at how much this has spoken to me over the last year or so.

(The Lighthouse of Nauset, by Helen Farish)

The lighthouse of Nauset
was removed to a field. Visitors wonder

does it miss the tides, living on the edge
of emptiness then fullness?

Here there is only the tickle of a cricket,
an out- of- the- way dusk.

The lighthouse says Listen.
I thought I had no limits,

could look indefinitely at the longing
light lays on water.

Now I want boundaries:
a hedge, plums, more than enough.

  One thought on “in which there is poetry

  1. nicole
    June 4, 2008 at 5:23 pm

    Totally unrelated to this post, but I loved your pictures of the bazaar the other day and wanted to say:
    Look at my pictures of the Zoo in Stuttgart. I’m especially proud of the jellyfish pictures 😉
    I love looking at pictures from other parts the world, it’s like seeing the world through someone else’s eyes.

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