EDITOR'S NOTE: The September 22, 2011 evening with poet Stan White was very well attended. Bryan Prince Bookseller's was well filled by an appreciative audience.
Jigsaw with Pieces Missing
I prefer a lone star on
a clear night where the
dark comes in slowly,
sprinkling the fields
with dusk, and Sirius,
with the fishes in the
pool, twinkles like a
pickerel's eye and day
hands off its petulance. This
evening, it happened while
I read your poem; the
failing light turned all the
page to words as though
a breakthrough might
reveal the heart of it—would
set us clear, would set us
free from all attachments, and
lost in the revealing dark I
stood beneath the willows
—still one bright star pointing
a bewildering direction.
SJW. 30 August 2000
12 noon.
Jigsaw with Pieces Missing
I prefer a lone star on
a clear night where the
dark comes in slowly,
sprinkling the fields
with dusk, and Sirius,
with the fishes in the
pool, twinkles like a
pickerel's eye and day
hands off its petulance. This
evening, it happened while
I read your poem; the
failing light turned all the
page to words as though
a breakthrough might
reveal the heart of it—would
set us clear, would set us
free from all attachments, and
lost in the revealing dark I
stood beneath the willows
—still one bright star pointing
a bewildering direction.
SJW. 30 August 2000
12 noon.
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