“When dusk falls on us, as it will, To dim the light of lives outlived, When night is next, when sleep is sure, When nothing’s left to lift— I will be glad. The work of a day Well done, this rest its good reward, The best we’ve earned and what We’ve won, this doorway opening. Our lives are like this: years moved on Beyond the words that started them.” LifePoetryWorkPoemLivingTwilightRestWorkingDuskResting Book:Not Go Away Is My Name Source: Not Go Away Is My Name
“In the place between scorpions and manners, Between scream and please pass the salt, Somewhere between John Kennedy’s November And my next-door neighbor’s blue flowerbeds, We live our lives.” LifePoetryFearDangerPoemLivingMannersPolitenessNormalcyScorpions Book:Not Go Away Is My Name Source: Not Go Away Is My Name