Author: Ian Trimnell

WITNESS: INCOMMUNICADO by Denise Levertov They speak of bonding. Of the infant, the primitive without sense of boundary, everything as much or as little as itself. Yet what loneliness the solitude of thought before language. A kind of darkness stirring the mind, blurring the glare and the glitter of vision, steam on the white mirror. Good...

YOUNG POETS by Nicanor Parra Write as you will In whatever style you like Too much blood has run under the bridge To go on believing That only one road is right. In poetry everything is permitted. With only this condition of course, You have to improve the blank page. Good morning and welcome to Morning...

I walked past a house where I lived once by Yehuda Amichai I walked past a house where I lived once: a man and a woman are still together in the whispers there. Many years have passed with the quiet hum of the staircase bulb going on and off and on again. The keyholes are like...

GATE C22 by Ellen Bass At gate C22 in the Portland airport a man in a broad-band leather hat kissed a woman arriving from Orange County. They kissed and kissed and kissed. Long after the other passengers clicked the handles of their carry-ons and wheeled briskly toward short-term parking, the couple stood there, arms wrapped around...

AFTER YEARS by Ted Kooser Today, from a distance, I saw you walking away, and without a sound the glittering face of a glacier slid into the sea. An ancient oak fell in the Cumberlands, holding only a handful of leaves, and an old woman scattering corn to her chickens looked up for an instant. At...

THE ABDUCTION by Stanley Kunitz Some things I do not profess to understand, perhaps not wanting to, including whatever it was they did with you or you with them that timeless summer day when you stumbled out of the wood, distracted, with your white blouse torn and a bloodstain on your skirt. “Do you believe?” you...

GET ORGANISED! by Douglas Malloch There may be nothing wrong with you, The way you live, the work you do, But I can very plainly see, Exactly what is wrong with me. It isn’t that I’m indolent, Or dodging duty by intent; I work as hard as anyone, And yet I get so little done. The...

GLORIOUS WORLD by Herman Hesse I feel it again and again, no matter Whether I am old or young: A mountain range in the night, On the balcony a silent woman, A white street in the moonlight curving gently away That tears my heart with  longing out of my body. Oh burning world, oh white woman...

FRAGMENT by Sappho Awed by her splendor stars near the lovely moon cover their own bright faces when she is roundest and lights earth with her silver Good evening and welcome to Evening Prayer That this evening may be holy, good and peaceful, let us pray with one heart and mind. Silence is kept. As our...

RIPENING by Wendell Berry The longer we are together the larger death grows around us. How many we know by now who are dead! We, who were young, now count the cost of having been. And yet as we know the dead we grow familiar with the world. We, who were young and loved each other...

UNTITLED by Rumi The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. Good evening and welcome to Evening Prayer The Lord almighty grant us a quiet night and a perfect end. Amen. Our help is...

STARLINGS IN WINTER by Mary Oliver Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a...

TALKING TO MY SON BEFORE SLEEP by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer “Which is bigger,” he asks me, “the ocean or sky,” and I want to tell him the heart, which even today has been practicing vastness, is learning to say yes in new languages, learning to stretch beyond the center, beyond the lips, learning to be more...

UNTITLED by Leonard Cohen Any system you contrive without us will be brought down We warned you before and nothing that you built has stood Hear it as you lean over you blueprint Hear it as you roll up your sleeve Hear it once again Any system you contrive without us will be brought down You...

SONNET 139 by Edna St. Vincent Millay I must not die of pity; I must live; Grow strong, not sicken; eat, digest my food, That it may build me, and in doing good To blood and bone, broaden the sensitive Fastidious pale perception: we contrive Lean comfort for the starving, who intrude Upon them with our...