Wednesday, April 29, 2015

National Poetry Month--Finally! #npm15 #poetry

Most of you know I've been occupied with the blog tour of my latest book and so I didn't have the time or space for National Poetry Month posts, which is sad because I love poetry! I got an MFA in poetry, I love it that much.

So here is one of my favorite:

Wild Iris by Louise Gluck

At the end of my suffering
there was a door.

Hear me out: that which you call death
I remember.


Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.

Then nothing. The weak sun
flickered over the dry surface.

It is terrible to survive
as consciousness 
buried in the dark earth.

Then it was over: that which you fear, being
a soul and unable

to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth
bending a little. And what I took to be 
birds darting in low shrubs.

You who do not remember 
passage from the other world
I tell you I could speak again: whatever
returns from oblivion returns 
to find a voice:

from the center of my life came
a great fountain, deep blue
shadows on azure seawater.

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