The Choice

eddies grrl

When you look at the sky
When you look at the stars
God is not THERE.

Someone in hell is sitting beside you on the train.
Somebody burning unnoticed walks past in the street.

Sailors in snow-

God can do what is impossible, but
God can ONLY do what is impossible.

Sad incurable gift.


-Franz Wright
2004 Pulitzer Prize winner in Poetry

Ms. Haiku

Topography by Sharon Olds

After we flew across the country we
got into bed, laid our bodies
delicately together, like maps laid
face to face, East to West, my
San Francisco against your New York, your
Fire Island against my Sonoma, my
New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho
bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas
burning against your Kansas your Kansas
burning against my Kansas, your Eastern
Standard Time pressing into my
Pacific Time, my Mountain Time
beating against your Central Time, your
sun rising swiftly from the right my
sun rising swiftly from the left your
moon rising slowly from the left my
moon rising slowly from the right until
all four bodies of the sky
burn above us, sealing us together,
all our cities twin cities,
all our states united, one
nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all




to lighten the mood a little.

pearlmutt

(I liked both of the things you posted. I don't know why I'm posting this here, other than it seemed sort of appropriate to me in some weird way)

part of "Heidelberg Landlady" by Erica Jong

Because she lost her father
in the First World War,
her husband in the Second,
we don't dispute
"There's no Gemutlichkeit in America."

We're winning her heart
with filter cigarettes.
Puffing, she says,
"You can't judge a country
by just twelve years."