Linda Hogan Poems
|3.||Lost in the Milky Way||4/27/2017|
|6.||To Be Held||4/27/2017|
|7.||Trail of Tears: Our Removal||4/27/2017|
|9.||Walking with My Father||4/27/2017|
|10.||The Way In||4/27/2017|
|11.||When the Body||4/27/2017|
|12.||The History of Red||4/27/2017|
|14.||Song for the Turtles in the Gulf||4/27/2017|
Comments about Linda Hogan
There is nothing more innocent
than the still-unformed creature I find beneath soil,
neither of us knowing what it will become
in the abundance of the planet.
It makes a living only by remaining still
in its niche.
One day it may struggle out of its tender
pearl of blind skin
with a wing or with vision
leaving behind the transparent.
I cover it again, keep laboring,
hands in earth, myself a singular body.
Watching things grow,
a cut blade of grass knows
how to turn sharp again at the end.
This same growing must be ...