Monday, June 8, 2009

Black light

Crows - Towards the sun i fly, not as Icarus.

This poem was in my inbox today, and I really liked it, especially the visual contrasts of red and black, crows flying against light skies, and sunflower fields...

Night in Day

The night never wants to end, to give itself over
to light. So it traps itself in things: obsidian, crows.
Even on summer solstice, the day of light's great
triumph, where fields of sunflowers guzzle in the sun--
we break open the watermelon and spit out
black seeds, bits of night glistening on the grass.

sent out through the American Life in Poetry e-mail column, hosted by Ted Kooser (one of my favorites), which is worth subscribing to and is free. You can sign up on the American Life in Poetry home page. (photo by Hashmil on Flickr)

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