“a silence in which another voice may speak”

Mary Oliver’s poems abound in their simplicity and in their calling attention to notice what is there right in front of us. Throughout much of her poetry there is brevity and beauty. Her daily walks in the woods or along the shoreline never seemed to fail to give her words to put on paper. TheContinue reading ““a silence in which another voice may speak””

Westminster Bridge

As the eyes of the world focus on London and Westminster Abbey for the funeral of Queen Elizabeth II, we shall drown in the commentary of this moment and of all those other moments of history featuring the Monarchy. I recall at the age of 6 or 7 (1963?) walking with my whole primary school,Continue reading “Westminster Bridge”

Buoyant, Buoyed, and Basking.

Continuing my theme of water here is a poem by Scott Cairns. I have not visited Greece or the Aegean sea, but this turtle might persuade me otherwise! Enjoy! Sleepwalking on Water No boatman, no boat, not muchsense of direction beyondelsewhere, beyond I must needsget me hence. Late in the day,I had stepped once moreContinue reading “Buoyant, Buoyed, and Basking.”

“tie the poem to a chair with rope”

Billy Collins reminds us, lest we forget, that a poem once written and placed on a page, is in a sense open game! The poet cannot patrol the poem allowing only this or that to be what was intended. Ponder all those pages written by way of explanation to some of the poems of ourContinue reading ““tie the poem to a chair with rope””

Seated at a table!

On the inside cover of Rupert Shortt’s biography of Rowan Williams the following is stated “Rowan Williams is a complex, controversial, widely admired figure, one who towers intellectually over almost all his predecessors as Archbishop of Canterbury” For many years he has fascinated me with his wisdom, his questioning, his doubt, his convictions and hisContinue reading “Seated at a table!”