Chase Twichell

(1950 / Connecticut / United States)

Stirred Up By Rain - Poem by Chase Twichell

I fired up the mower
although it was about to rain--
a chill late September afternoon,
wild flowers re-seeding themselves
in the blue smoke of the gas-oil mix.

To be attached to things is illusion,
yet I'm attached to things.
Cold, clouds, wind, color--the sky
is what the brush-cutter wants to cut,
but again the sky is spared.

One of two things can happen:
either the noisy machine dissolves in the dusk
and the dusk takes refuge in the steady rain,
or the meadow wakes shorn of its flowers.
Believing is different than understanding.


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  • (3/23/2009 6:37:00 AM)


    THis is a great poem I love how you didn't really give it away through the title. This really great (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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