John Ciardi's Ghost

There sleeps beneath our plastic roof
A frail piece of Russian soil
Enough of who I am for me to know no other.
She sleeps and I turn from diversion
To better hear celestial silence and pray
That a spirit will be with us to lay a keel
Amidst the swirl of eddies
Beseting lives smarting from life's many currents.
And with this - strange grief
that so many do not care -
About the living of straight lines
Or even engagement with the struggle
That ever keeps my heart from scorn of saints.

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Cat Tiger 17 June 2009

A nice tribute to a fine American poet.

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