calm and work
Lord Whoever, thank you for this air
I'm about to in- and exhale, this hutch
in the woods, the wood for fire,
the light-both lamp and the natural stuff
of leaf-back, fern, and wing.
For the piano, the shovel
for ashes, the moth-gnawed
blankets, the stone-cold water
stone-cold: thank you.
Thank you, Lord, coming for
to carry me here-where I'll gnash
it out, Lord, where I'll calm
and work, Lord, thank you
for the goddamn birds singing!
-Thomas Lux (b. 1946), "Poem in Thanks," in this case from New and Collected Poems, 1975-1995 (Houghton Mifflin, 1997).
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I'm about to in- and exhale, this hutch
in the woods, the wood for fire,
the light-both lamp and the natural stuff
of leaf-back, fern, and wing.
For the piano, the shovel
for ashes, the moth-gnawed
blankets, the stone-cold water
stone-cold: thank you.
Thank you, Lord, coming for
to carry me here-where I'll gnash
it out, Lord, where I'll calm
and work, Lord, thank you
for the goddamn birds singing!
-Thomas Lux (b. 1946), "Poem in Thanks," in this case from New and Collected Poems, 1975-1995 (Houghton Mifflin, 1997).
Originally posted at oliviacirce @ dreamwidth. If you'd like, comment there using OpenID.