100 Day Project – Days 43 and 44
DAY 43 (June 22nd, 2017) Root Cellar Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark, Shoots dangle...
DAY 43 (June 22nd, 2017) Root Cellar Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark, Shoots dangle...
DAY 41 (June 20th, 2017) From the Book of Hours We must not portray you in king’s robes, you drifting mist that brought forth the morning. Once again from...
DAY 39 (June 18th, 2017) Days Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring di...
DAY 37 (June 16th, 2017) In the Desert In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of i...
DAY 35 (June 14th, 2017) Loveliest of Trees Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing wh...
DAY 33 (June 12th, 2017) From the Book of Hours What will you do, God, when I die? I am your pitcher (when I shatter?) I am your drink (when I go bitter?) I, yo...
DAY 31 (June 10th, 2017) The Shroud Death, I say, my heart is bowed Unto thine,—O mother! This red gown will make a shroud Good as any other! (I, that would not...
DAY 29 (June 8th, 2017) From the Book of Hours Our hands shake as we try to construct you, block on block. But you, cathedral we dimly perceive— who can bring y...
DAY 27 (June 6th, 2017) God’s World O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! &n...
DAY 25 (June 4th, 2017) Mid-December, 1926; last entry in last notebook, less than two weeks before his death Come you, you last one, whom I avow, wretched pain...