Monday, June 15, 2009

a bit of poetry

Night in Day
by Joseph Stroud

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.

1 comment:

Rob said...

This is nice ... but did you hear the one about the man from Nantucket? :P