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

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.

Disgraceland

30109Mary Karr, the Texan writer whose memoir Lit amazed and delighted me, was featured a while ago on our sister site, dotMagis.  This got me to investigating her a bit more and I came across this marvelous poem:

I was hoisted by the heels and swatted, fed
         and hauled around. Time-lapse photos show
                my fingers grow past crayon outlines,
 
my feet come to fill spike heels.
         Eventually, I lurched out
                to kiss the wrong mouths, get stewed,
 
and sulk around. Christ always stood
         to one side with a glass of water.
                I swatted the sap away.
 
When my thirst got great enough to ask,
         a clear stream welled up inside,
                some jade wave buoyed me forward,
 
and I found myself upright
         in the instant, with a garden
                inside my own ribs aflourish.
 
There, the arbor leafs.
         The vines push out plump grapes.
                You are loved, someone said. Take that
 
                and eat it.

You can read the entire poem here.

After Awhile

AG000524I came across this poem by Veronica A. Shoffstall and I liked it very much.

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean security,
and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with you head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of maturity, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on
today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

You can read the rest of the poem here

Halleluiah

Mary Oliver again.  She never lets you down, does she?  This is from Halleluiah

Everyone should be born into this world happy
and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Halleluiah, anyway I’m not where I started!
And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes
almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously kind some people can be?

You can read the entire poem here