Marilyn Krysl |
A beautiful poem by poet, fiction writer, and journalist Marilyn Krysl just went up on the Academy of American Poets Web site. It’s called “Sutra,” and it opens with these lines:
Looking back now, I see
I was dispassionate too often,
dismissing the robin as common,
and now can’t remember what
robin song sounds like.
Oh yes. I know that particular sense of regret.
There’s more here, and you shouldn’t miss the deft way Krysl’s poem turns from regret to fresh desire.
something very special in the flow of this one… and it s sound (s)<br />and sense (s). "Sutra" a good title for this and for so the very reason that it does get us beyond what today passes for "confessional" poetry AND our<br />too-prevelant American (ersatz) zen.<br /><br />here ? I am partial to Day Lilies leave them alone and they grow-like-weeds <br /><br />