Billy Collins’ “Days”


I reread Billy Collins’ “Days” and it hit home in a new way for me.  Perhaps it’s because I’m older now.

Through the calm eye of the window
everything is in its place
but so precariously
this day might be resting somehow
on the one before it,
all the days of the past stacked high
like the impossible tower of dishes
entertainers used to build on stage.
No wonder you find yourself
perched on the top of a tall ladder
hoping to add one more.
Just another Wednesday
you whisper,
then holding your breath,
place this cup on yesterday’s saucer
without the slightest clink.

You can read the entire poem here.

An Invitation to Happiness

PoppiesWe haven’t had any poetry in ages and no Mary Oliver for some considerable stretch.  Shame on me… and time to put things aright.

These lines are from her poem “Poppies.”

But I also say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness,

when it’s done right,
is a kind of holiness,
palpable and redemptive.
Inside the bright fields,

touched by their rough and spongy gold,
I am washed and washed
in the river
of earthly delight—

and what are you going to do—
what can you do
about it—
deep, blue night?

You can read the entire poem here.

The Pierless Bridge

128px-Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped)I only came across this poem by Emily Dickinson the other day and I’m surprised I’d never seen it before.


Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
Supporting what We see
Unto the Scene that We do not—
Too slender for the eye
It bears the Soul as bold
As it were rocked in Steel
With Arms of Steel at either side—
It joins—behind the Veil
To what, could We presume
The Bridge would cease to be
To Our far, vacillating Feet
A first Necessity.