Friday, February 28, 2014

LINES FOR FEBRUARY 28 



Wolf Creek - wide
as a small lake,

cold as the dark
beast's single-

mindedness.



Thursday, February 27, 2014

LINES FOR FEBRUARY 27 



“24 Hour
Toe Service” -

that would be
some fetish.



Wednesday, February 26, 2014

LINES FOR FEBRUARY 26 



Into the lovely
emptiness -

sometimes in
South Dakota,

sometimes
Nebraska.



Tuesday, February 25, 2014

LINES FOR FEBRUARY 25 



If these
sandhills

are evidence,
God is

sensuous.



Monday, February 24, 2014

LINES FOR FEBRUARY 24 



Train waits
and waits

along
the siding.

Engineer says,
"Better

to sit
than to

get hit."



Sunday, February 23, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



"Sometimes only
one side of the

conversation,
half the story."

*

"This afternoon
my mind is slow,

but not so slow
I don't notice."

*

"Poets, friends,
we have so

little to say,
yet we would

tell too much."



Saturday, February 22, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



"We do
everything

that undoes
us and we

complain that
what's been

undone
is done."

*

"The poet says
what the poem

tells him and
shuts up."

*

“Oh, yes,
if we be

poets
we find

a way.”



Friday, February 21, 2014

LINES FOR FEBRUARY 21 



Ah, these
rocks again.

In a changing
world, something

certain.



Thursday, February 20, 2014

LINES FOR FEBRUARY 20 



Ah, the Sandhills!

The sand.
The hills.

The cranes.



Wednesday, February 19, 2014

LINES FOR FEBRUARY 19 



Above
these sand-
hills, on

the wind,
sand-
hill cranes.



Tuesday, February 18, 2014

LINES FOR FEBRUARY 18 



Late afternoon sky.
The long lay of Nebraska.

Hope is like sun in our eyes.



Monday, February 17, 2014

LINES FOR FEBRUARY 17 



Pine-bluffed
chunk of rock.

Deep sky.
The stars.

Oh, the stars.



Sunday, February 02, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



The poets and the priest -

“Enough!” he shouts,
and still we sing.

*

“All day long
the poet

complains
of noise.

All night
he sings.”

*

“For non-
sense, swing

wide of
silence.”



Saturday, February 01, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Not so much
silence as

the emptiness
of words.”

*

“The poet
is no better

than the poem,
though the poem

can be better
than we are.”

*

“What does
a poem mean?

Biscuits
and butter.”



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