Friday, June 18, 2004

Feast Days by Annie Dillard

Thanksgiving-Christmas



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Three things are too wonderful for me;

four I do not understand:

the way of an eagle in the sky,

the way of a serpent on a rock,

the way of a ship on the high seas,

and the way of a man with a maiden.
--Proverbs



Today I saw a wood duck

in Tinker Creek.

In the fall flood, look

what the creek floats down:

once I glimpsed

round the edge of a bank

a troupe of actors

rained in from Kansas,

dressed for comedy.

The flood left a candelabrum

on the lawn.

With a ten-foot hook

we fished from the creek

a bunch of bananas, a zither,

a casket of antique coins.



This poem goes on for pages, and last night when Liza tossed me the book casually at the park, I had no idea.



There are times when I remember very distinctly that poetry is why I am alive.

2 comments:

  1. Annie Dillard is one of my favorite authors especially Pilgrim on Tinkers Creek which is somewhere out in my lending library network along w/ several Wendell Berry books. Why is it so hard for someone to say "No, I don't want to read that" rather than taking the book and burying it in the corner pile among last years resolutions?

    I will NOT lend Endurance to anyone. Another house builder has read it and he has kyacked Ellsmere island so he knows the feeling of true wilderness.

    Tom

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  2. Wow, you and Liza have more in common than you know.

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