08
Mar
10

a couple poems, old and new

Dancing

Little girl dancing
In the flowerbed
Thank you
For being my philosophy

After long days
Of learning
Feminist Composition Literature
You gave me
Theology

Little girl dancing
In flower beds
Thank you Thank You
For good philosophy

Transcription

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

-T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men

Memories
That I keep in a box under my bed. They are
old hirsute dogs that sneak into the woods
Or crawl under the porch
to die alone.
That scares me so much, I no longer allow
Myself to think of such things.

*
I will show you fear in a handful
of dust
. Ice dust. Shavings from gliding
ice skates. That’s how I’ve lost it all. Spinning doily designs
in the solid water. Always reflecting You, but murky. You can
jot then rewrite your reasons for wasting time.
They too are transcribed in those handfuls.

What agnostics have wrong – there is every evidence for
G-d in moments we can never recall.

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1 Response to “a couple poems, old and new”


  1. 1 madee
    March 18, 2010 at 1:26 am

    the second poem sounds familiar 🙂
    very interesting.


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The reason for all this is not reasonable. The reason, strictly art, Still makes no sense to me.

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