Monday, November 1, 2010

Poetry Corner Monday

 You're probably rolling your eyes at my inclusion of yet another Ted Kooser poem, but this man writes perfection. Truly.

A Letter
By Ted Kooser

I have tried a dozen ways
to say those things
and have failed: how the moon 
with its bruises
climbs branch over branch
through the empty tree;
how the cool November dusk,
like a wind, has blown
these old gray houses up
against the darkness;
and what these things
have come to mean to me
without you. I raked the yard
this morning, and it rained
this afternoon. Tonight,
along the shiny street,
the bags of leaves--
wet-shouldered
but warm in their skins--
are huddled together, close
so close to life. 

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