10/22/22

XIII - Stephen Crane

IF THERE IS A WITNESS TO MY LITTLE LIFE,
TO MY TINY THROES AND STRUGGLES,
HE SEES A FOOL ;
AND IT IS NOT FINE FOR GODS TO MENACE
       FOOLS.

10/20/22

THE SPELL OF THE YUKON - Robert W. Service

I wanted the gold, and I sought it ;
   I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvyI fought it ;
   I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it 
   Came out with a fortune last fall, 
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
   And somehow the gold isn’t all.

No !    There’s the land.   (Have you seen it?)
   It’s the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
   To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made it ;
   Some say it’s a fine land to shun ;
Maybe;  but there’s some as would trade it
   For no land on earthand I’m one.

You come to get rich (damned good reason);
   You feel like an exile at first ;
You hate it like hell for a season,
   And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning ;
   It twists you from foe to a friend ;
It seems it’s been since the beginning ;
   It seems it will be to the end.

I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
   That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim ;
I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow
   In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
   And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop ;
And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,
   With the peace o’ the world piled on top.

The summerno sweeter was ever ;
   The sunshiny woods all athrill ;
The grayling aleap in the river,
   The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness ;
   The wilds where the caribou call ;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness
   O God !  how I’m stuck on it all.

The winter !  the brightness that blinds you,
   The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
   The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
   The woods where the weird shadows slant ;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
   I’ve bade ’em good-bybut I can’t.

There’s a land where the mountains  are  nameless,
   And the rivers all run God knows where ;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
   And deaths that just hang by a hair ;
There are hardships that nobody reckons ;
   There are valleys unpeopled and still ;
There’s a landoh, it beckons and beckons,
   And I want to go backand I will.

They’re making my money diminish ;
   I’m sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God !  when I’m skinned to a finish
   I’ll pike to the Yukon again.
I’ll fightand you bet it’s no sham-fight ;
   It’s hell ! but I’ve been there before ;
And it’s better than this by a damsite
   So me for the Yukon once more.

There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting ;
   It’s luring me on as of old ;
Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting
   So much as just finding the gold.
It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder,
   It’s the forests where silence has lease ;
It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
   It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.

10/7/22

The Clothes Pin - Jane Kenyon

How much better it is
to carry wood to the fire
than to moan about your life.
How much better
to throw the garbage
onto the compost, or to pin the clean
sheet on the line
with a gray-brown wooden clothes pin!

9/24/22

Next Second, You Were Gone - Randall Stephens

I heard about an old broken phone box
Where people would go to have imaginary conversations
At first, I found it foolish
And then I joined the queue.

When my turn came, I dialled your old number.
There was no ringtone, but I told you everything
and I waited in silence
as if you might respond. 

I thought I heard you breathe. 
Then I remembered they told me my life should go on. 
One second, you were here.