When Jude came back to class He did not talk about the accident. His right arm, severed at the elbow, Would move by reflex, To his embarrassment and ours. He would bend over, half turned, when he stood For the Pledge of Allegiance, girls snickering. But it was always there, his stub of an
Glory be to God for his glory in the day;Praise him all you night stars in spangled vast array. Join the happy anthem, all creatures here below;Turn your eyes to heaven, give up your noise and woe. Do not crucify him, sin-blinkered and purblind,Casting lots for garments with games of doubt and pride. Keep silence in his presence,
you are the secret kept secret, the song only stars have known. whatever the moon hasn’t told and why its shining, whatever men spend life looking for, rarely finding; whatever is sun and sod and songbird song, and whatever clothes the fields in dew is you. and i love you, but only the stars
An evil and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign; and there shall no sign be given it... Even if Love squirmed and groped under my laboratory microscope, or so much as blinked in my rearview mirror; even if Grace crawled down my chimney with a toboggan and gifts and reindeer, or came stapled and wrapped
Aurora Borealis, Aurora Australis1 We are, I am told, evolved2 star powder: The explosion, the exodus, the slow growth— Our anatomy3 is a little cosmology.4 No wonder a firmament5 fills the cerebrum:6 Expanses stretch inside us, aromas,7 Our thinking caps are knit by Mother Reason, Person sets a match to the soma;8 No wonder
When senior citizens start splash ing in pudd les, and hoary old women let down their gray hair; when every old man brandishes his sword and cudgel and takes to bellow ing as he plays or sits in his chair; when every dodder ing one of them gives up on fashion, and all the