Content Categorized ‘Poetry’

Invitation to sisters to a walk in the Garden, after a shower Come, sisters come! the shower’s past, The garden walks are drying fast, The Sun’s bright beams are seen again, And nought within, can now detain.

Here in my native inland sea From pain and sickness would I flee And from its shores and island bright Gather a store of sweet delight. Lone island of the saltless sea!

Zhingwaak! Zhingwaak! Ingii-ikid, Weshki waabamag zhingwaak Dagoshinaan neyab, endanakiiyaan. Zhingwaak, zhingwaak nos sa! Azhigwa gidatisaanan Gaagige wezhaawashkozid.

 With pen in hand, I shall contrast, The present moments with the past And mark difference, not by grains, But weighed by feelings, joys and pains. Calm, tranquil—far from fashion’s gaze, Passed all my earliest, happy days Sweetly flew the golden hours, In St. Mary’s woodland bowers Or my father’s simple hall, Oped to whomsoe’er might call

Whose voice was that, here, where I lie alone? Look at you, said Eros. Scared, shy, alone. I dreamt my dreaming of you Brought us together. I love you as only dust can love you.

Keen eyes read the top row, staring straight ahead until the words unfocus. G, then something, then D . . . If only that middle letter were in focus! On this eye chart, every focal point is a vanishing point. Desire dilates pupils. We can’t keep the world in focus.

When color comes back to the world, leaving gets near. By the roadside, auburn and cream cows chew spangled green. Creeks steam. A lone bull’s horns gore

Finally, I consider whether I have been a terrible mother. A squirrel limps by, too wilted for chatter. I might just be. I would wake early, Saturdays,