Mark Strand: Seven Poems

Mark Strand: Seven Poems For Antonia 1 At the edge of the body’s night ten moons are rising. 2 A scar remembers the wound. The wound remembers the pain. Once more you are crying. 3 When we walk in the sun our shadows are like barges of silence. 4 My body lies down and I … More Mark Strand: Seven Poems

Play

I thank my children for teaching me how to play again. For removing me from my own serious, goal-oriented, purpose-driven prism and reintroducing: Play. Play for the sake of play. Movement for the sake of movement. “Let’s do the sillies” my three-year-old says. I thank my children for the relentless imaginative play. It has reopening … More Play

I have…

I have two small children, now. I have zero time for reflection. I have so many cravings for basic human needs. I have a lot of things on the shelf. For now.

Allure

NOUN mass noun The quality of being powerfully and mysteriously attractive or fascinating. ‘people for whom gold holds no allure’

grant it to me

because this is what i need and i’m asking you for it i’m asking you to give it to grant it to me freely, please. a breath of air a ray of light a clean break a life ring. because i struggle to walk and i struggle to see i struggle i struggle i struggle. … More grant it to me

The End

by Mark Strand Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end, Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end, Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back. … More The End