my daily poem,, late today but here it is,, Crazy Weather, by JA June 27, 2010 9:24 am It’s this crazy weather we’ve been having: Falling forward one minute, lying down the next Among the loose grasses and soft, white, nameless flowers. People have been making a garment out of it, Stitching the white lilacs together with lightning At some anonymous crossroads. The sky calls To the deaf earth. The proverbial disarray Of morning corrects itself as you stand up. You are wearing a text. The lines Droop to your shoelaces and I shall never want or need Any other literature than this poetry of mud And ambitious reminiscences of times when it came easily Through the then woods and ploughed fields and had A simple unconscious dignity we can never hope to Approximate now except in narrow ravines nobody Will inspect where some late sample of the rare Uninteresting specimen might still be putting out shoots, for all we know. By John Ashbery From “Houseboat Days”
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