 |
|
|
|
|
User Rating:
|
|
5.6
/10 (22 votes)
|
|
|
|
| |
I, too, would ease my old car to a stop on the side of some country road and count the stars or admire a sunset or sit quietly through an afternoon....
I'd open the door and go walking like James Wright across a meadow, where I might touch a pony's ear and break into blossom; or, like Hayden
Carruth, sustained by the sight of cows grazing in pastures at night, I'd stand speechless in the great darkness; I'd even search on some well-traveled road
like Phil Levine in this week's New Yorker, the poet driving his car to an orchard outside the city where, for five dollars, he fills a basket with goddamned apples.
Richard Jones
| Submitted Date |
: |
Monday, January 13, 2003 |
|
|
Read poems about / on: car, sunset, city, night, travel, star
|
|
 |