 |
|
|
|
|
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
|
|
 |
Poets
