Friday, January 31, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 31 



Oh, the sand, the hills,
the great emptiness

enveloping me.



Thursday, January 30, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 30 



Ogallala water
evaporating off
a small patch of corn.

An immense, dry sky.



Wednesday, January 29, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 29 



Flatness
and the Platte -

nowhere to go
and it goes there.



Tuesday, January 28, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 28 



Flat
run of the land

goes on and on.
Sign

at the gas station
says “You are

nowhere,”
like a dream

come true.



Monday, January 27, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 27 



Boats
in Nebraska -

on the road
for show;

on the water,
nowhere to go.



Sunday, January 26, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Attack
the emptiness

as if sound
makes sense.”

*

“Only
so

often
the

word
works

like a
nail.”

*

“Sometimes the word is
no word at all.”



Saturday, January 25, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Not in meaning.
Not the image.

The true shape
of the poem.

How it finds
its rightness

here, beyond
the edge of things.”

*

“It's not
so difficult,”

he said.
“Sit here

until
something

breaks you.”

*

“Sometimes
you need

more page
than poem.”



Friday, January 24, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 24 



Across these
empty Sandhills

a red-wing rides
a rocket wind

to nowhere in
particular.



Thursday, January 23, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 23 



West of the Sandhills
clouds piled up

like mountains.



Wednesday, January 22, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 22 



Hawk,
up and down
on a bucking

wind,
finds its prey,
drops down.



Tuesday, January 21, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 21 



No sandhills
in the fog today,

only the beauty
of this grey

immensity.



Monday, January 20, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 20 



The endless grey void
at the western edge
of Nebraska -

I no longer know
where I've come from,
where I'm going.



Sunday, January 19, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Should one worry
of wisdom, or

simply getting
one thing right?”

*

“How few
people

occupy
my poems.

How few
have earned

a place
in them.”

*

"One must
learn to hear

the silence."



Saturday, January 18, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



"If there's

nothing there,
isn't that

emptiness
in me?"

*

"All of
every

is any."

*

"If the
moment

were longer,
this poem

would be."



Friday, January 17, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 17 



What shape
is the wind?

Look at the world
shaped by wind.



Thursday, January 16, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 16 



The lovely
filagree

of hoarfrost
on sagebrush.



Wednesday, January 15, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 15 



The sign says 65.
The fellow in front of me
is doing 50.
That's fast enough,

heading into
the shapeless distance.



Tuesday, January 14, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 14 



Lazy road climbs into cloud.
The world disappears. It's just me,

the old man in front of me,
and three

Angus bulls in the pasture.



Monday, January 13, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 13 



Cottonwood
on its knees
in the creek,

waiting for spring.



Sunday, January 12, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



"Lost?
If I knew

where I was,
I wouldn't be

where I am."

*

"This poem has cost me
a dollar fifty.

Why am I giving it
to you for free?"

*

"The poem - not
what I think,

what I see,
these stones."



Saturday, January 11, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



"I talked
to you

about poetry
twenty-five

years ago?
Twenty-five

years ago
I didn't

know enough
about poetry

to talk."

*

"Some poets
sing

unhappiness
and it

is lovely.
Mine

is plain."

*

"Echo
of every

echo,
these words."



Friday, January 10, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 10 



Ranch road going
off to nowhere
or to the only

place worth going.



Thursday, January 09, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 9 



Crow as big as an eagle
in the greyness overhead.

Surprise of size on the wing.



Wednesday, January 08, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 8 



The sun is up.
The sky has lifted.
The grey morning
fades to tawny
sandhills and horses.
I am happy
enough, I guess.



Tuesday, January 07, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 7 



Dead fox
along the road,
ear cocked

at nothing.




Monday, January 06, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 6 



Cornfield.
Lake.
Farmer or
fisherman?

I fly past
too fast
to ask.



Sunday, January 05, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



"If you would
be a poet,

know you can't
give up."

*

"Leave
on the blank

page only
its richness."

*

"There are
words for

every
moment,

even
this one."



Saturday, January 04, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



"Ah, silly
poet,

reading
quantum

mechanics,
as if

such matters
matter."

*

“Imagination, my
refuge from the world.”

*

“Finally
into silence

I am what
I would be.”



Friday, January 03, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 3 



Nebraska afternoon.
Tableau with black cattle

and crow.



Thursday, January 02, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 2 



Dairy Queen set low,
like a waiting train
on the sidetrack.



Wednesday, January 01, 2014

LINES FOR JANUARY 1 



Early morning.
I'm headed west,

long shadows before me.



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