by Susan | Apr 20, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have...
by Susan | Apr 19, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It’s too high! COME TO THE EDGE! And they came, and he pushed, and they flew. April is National Poetry Month and every day the peaceCENTER will be posting a poem about walls, fences, edges, borders. . . you get the...
by Susan | Apr 18, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Praxia Dymitruk, Praxia, Praxia why did you write your name all over the walls? Is this pain written down or resistance to life’s passing? Were you, too, afraid to disappear? Without a sound? No one to miss you because you belonged to no one? Is your name all you...
by Susan | Apr 17, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty. April is National Poetry Month and every day the...
by Susan | Apr 16, 2016 | National Poetry Month
He drew a circle that shut me out— Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in! April is National Poetry Month and every day the peaceCENTER will be posting a poem about walls, fences, edges, borders. . . you...
by Susan | Apr 15, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Don’t take us for the wall itself For when the earthen plank behind the wall Gets soaked through We’ll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness Flow through us The soil sucks the trees’ roots till now Till now the sorrow of waters hasn’t reached the earthen plank behind...
