Dailies 2/18/17: good hours, the idea of living, the poetry-body, & it’s midnight & people I love are dying



The Idea of Living – Joyce Sutphen

It has its attractions,
chiefly visual: all those

shapes and lines, hunks
of color and light (the way

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Midnight, and people I love are dying,  – Robin Chapman

and I can’t sleep so I’m up thinking
too hard scribbling these words in the dark
because the physics science news I read
before bed is making me crazy now
with incomprehension—it makes
no sense to me that gravity should exist,
what I know about is love:

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The Poetry-Body – Joseph Millar

for K. D.

The youngest won’t fall asleep
though he keeps resting his head on the table
next to his empty plate.
These are the jewels of his
half-open eyes bewitched by the pale
blossoming spines of the centerpiece flowers
no one remembers the names of—
these are the sparks flying up
from the fire and the night
pressing in on the windows.

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Good Hours – Robert Frost

I had for my winter evening walk—
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

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