Sunday, February 21, 2010
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Cast your glance away
from our sinfulness,
O Lord,” the poet prays,
“and look lovingly up-
on our meager fineness.”
*
“The purpose of counting is not
the count. It's what the count does
when you stick it, like a gymnast
nailing her dismount. Life is that way,
a puzzle, you not knowing how
you got here, and no way out
except to find the proper count.”
*
“How do you
get hits?” he asked.
“You swing at
every good pitch.
That's how you
get poems too.”
