The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
Now.
There they are, the moon’s young, trying
Their wings. […]
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.
— James Wright, Beginning, Above the River: The Complete Poems
Credits: Photo: HJK Photography with Under the Harvest Moon; Quotes: nemophilies
STRANGER
When no one listens
To the quiet trees
When no one notices
The sun in the pool.
Where no one feels
The first drop of rain
Or sees the last star
Or hails the first morning
Of a giant world
Where peace begins
And rages end:
One bird sits still
Watching the work of God:
One turning leaf,
Two falling blossoms,
Ten circles upon the pond.
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Sarah Potter (sarahpotterwrites) guided me to this poem after reading my post yesterday (“They will tell you that you can’t get it done…). She stated that she had this Edgar Guest poem pinned to her wall next to her desk. Thank you for sharing Sarah. Love it.
Edgar Guest (1881-1959) wrote this poem in 1938. He was a journalist, poet and author for the Detroit Free Press where he started as a copyboy and worked his way up to a become a popular national syndicated columnist in 300 papers with his column “Breakfast Table Chat.”
Source: Poetry Foundation
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