Eleanor Wilner


Eleanor Wilner Poems

1. Emigration 6/8/2015
2. Without Regret 6/20/2015
3. Moon Gathering 6/23/2015
4. Ars Poetica 1/18/2018
5. Bailing Out-A Poem for the 1970s 1/18/2018
6. Bat Cave 1/18/2018
7. Encounter in the Local Pub 1/18/2018
8. Ex Libris 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
12. Hunting Manual 1/18/2018
13. The Last Man 1/18/2018
14. Magnificat Launch Audio in a New Window 1/18/2018
15. The Messenger 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
24. THE GYRE 1/19/2018
25. TRACKING 1/19/2018
26. A DOGGEREL 1/19/2018
27. Landing 1/13/2003

Comments about Eleanor Wilner

  • Rochelle Cashdan (6/17/2008 1:12:00 PM)

    I hunted for more of Wilner's poems after reading several by her in an anthology of poems by 20th century women called No More Masks.

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Best Poem of Eleanor Wilner

Landing

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 ...

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Moon Gathering

And they will gather by the well,
its dark water a mirror to catch whatever
stars slide by in the slow precession of
the skies, the tilting dome of time,
over all, a light mist like a scrim,
and here and there some clouds
that will open at the last and let
the moon shine through; it will be
at the wheel's turning, when

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