Love of the world is so clearly come and go,
the way we talk sounds beautiful and sad.
You have to try these three words before you can
say the harder thing.
The air at evening crumbles into rose flakes.
The wind like a child’s breath.
This is cement. It’s almost hard now, but when it’s new, it’s soft.
If we step in it then it’ll be there forever.
To describe is to praise, I’ve always felt that.
Two crows fly up and disappear into the depths of the redwood.
Talking with Sarah in bed I touch her hair.
How often do we use the word “safe” each day? Thanks,
a walk sounds nice. When I write this
winter I trace lines of motion I conclude
I’ve lived. My mentor tells me I am
more than a series of inclinations,
twilight knotted with dislikes.
More from The Nation
History According to Ridley Scott History According to Ridley Scott
Ultimately what we learn in Napoleon says far more about the director than it does about Napoleon.
Steve McQueen and Jonathan Glazer Confront the Holocaust Steve McQueen and Jonathan Glazer Confront the Holocaust
In Zones of Interest and Occupied City, the two filmmakers attempt to depict the ordinary fascism and everyday violence of World War II.
An Urgent Witness, Not a Passive Bystander, to Climate Catastrophe An Urgent Witness, Not a Passive Bystander, to Climate Catastrophe
Conversations with Jane Hirshfield, poet of the present moment.
David Fincher’s Man Without Qualities David Fincher’s Man Without Qualities
His grim action movie satire The Killer pokes fun at the blandness of modern life and modern moviemaking.
Seeing Japanese American Heritage Through Ansel Adams’s Lens Seeing Japanese American Heritage Through Ansel Adams’s Lens
A photographer excavates personal history through reconstruction of Adams's World War II photographs of Japanese Americans interned at the Manzanar Relocation Center.
