100 Day Project – Days 31 and 32
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 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...
DAY 23 (June 2nd, 2017) The Roofwalker for Denise Levertov Over the half-finished houses night comes. The builders stand on the roof. It is quiet after the hamm...
DAY 21 (May 31st, 2017) The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brow...
DAY 19 (May 29th, 2017) From the Book of Hours The hour is striking so close above me, so clear and sharp, that all my senses ring with it. I feel it now: there...
DAY 17 (May 27th, 2017) The Indian Upon God I passed along the water’s edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my ...
DAY 15 (May 25th, 2017) The Carcass Remember that object we saw, dear soul, In the sweetness of a summer morn: At a bend of the path a loathsome carrion On a be...
DAY 13 (May 23rd, 2017) Dirge in Woods A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow O...