Eleanor Wilner Poems
|5.||Bailing Out-A Poem for the 1970s||1/18/2018|
|7.||Encounter in the Local Pub||1/18/2018|
|9.||Facing into It||1/18/2018|
|10.||The Girl with Bees in Her Hair||1/18/2018|
|11.||High Noon at Los Alamos||1/18/2018|
|13.||The Last Man||1/18/2018|
|14.||Magnificat Launch Audio in a New Window||1/18/2018|
|16.||Reading the Bible Backwards||1/18/2018|
|17.||What loves, takes away||1/18/2018|
|18.||'Wreck' and 'rise above'||1/18/2018|
|19.||"WRECK" AND "RISE ABOVE"||1/19/2018|
|20.||THINKING ABOUT UNAMUNO'S SAN MANUEL BUENO, MÁRTIR||1/19/2018|
|21.||HISTORY AS CRESCENT MOON||1/19/2018|
|22.||THINK WHAT WE MIGHT HAVE . .||1/19/2018|
|23.||MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY OF . . .||1/19/2018|
Comments about Eleanor Wilner
It was a pure white cloud that hung there
in the blue, or a jellyfish on a waveless
sea, suspended high above us; we were
the creatures in the weeds below.
It seemed so effortless in its suspense,
perfectly out of time and out of place
like the ghost of moon in the sky
of a brilliant afternoon.
After a while it seemed to grow, and we
inferred that it was moving, drifting down—
though it seemed weightless, motionless,
one of those things that defy
the ususal forces—gravity, and wind
and the almost imperceptible
pressure of the years. But ...
There are always, in each of us,
these two: the one who stays,
the one who goes away -
Charlotte, who stayed in the rectory
and helped her sisters die in England;
Mary Taylor who went off to Australia
and set up shop with a woman friend.
'Charlotte,' Mary said to her, 'you are all
like potatoes growing in the dark.'