Why this?

The occasional poem of my own and a generous helping of work by others that I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Say

There's a certain congestion of light,
say saffron running to ochre down the Umbrian Hills,
refractive of more complicated palettes:
say the kids' tuition, your wife's
lover, that sketchy colonoscopy.
The pigmentation of Dubuque.
Lord, you would say--
if such address were possible--
illuminate
the defects of others
that mine be blinked away
in the nova of Your righteousness.
Otherwise
it's mostly a grope:
you believing in me,
me making things up, say:
beauty
truth
mercy
light.

--Miles Wilson, here

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