Thursday, February 26, 2015

Poetry Friday

This week, Barbara Crooker's poem, "Strewn" ....

It begins like this:

It’d been a long winter, rags of snow hanging on; then, at the end
of April, an icy nor’easter, powerful as a hurricane. But now

And it ends like this:

                                     The light pours down, a rinse
of lemon on a cold plate. All of us, broken, some way
or other. All of us dazzling in the brilliant slanting light.

And you can read what's in between here, at the Poetry Foundation

And I can tell you this: that just about everything I believe about God and love and people is contained in those two, final, iridescent sentences of hers.



Sally Murphy said...

Beautiful. Love those closing lines.

jama said...

Yes, those last two lines say it all. Beautiful, thanks so much for sharing!!

Monica said...

Added this to my favorites on Poetry Foundation. Thanks, Karen. A great lifeline near the end of winter.

Faith said...

Wow! Thanks Karen for your Poetry Friday. It is always illuminating to me!

Irene Latham said...

"a rinse of lemon on a cold plate"... and brokenness and brilliance... yes! So lovely! thank you, Karen!

Heidi Mordhorst said...

Strewn, stranded, dazzling: some right words no matter what your idea of divine is. Thanks, Karen!

Ruth said...

That's gorgeous!

Karen Edmisten said...

Glad you all agree -- it is gorgeous indeed!