“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
“Together, we are a tribe of eyes that look upward, Even as we stand on uncertain ground. The earth beneath us moves, quiet and wild, Its boundaries shifting, its muscles wavering. The dream of sky is indifferent to all this, Impervious to borders, fences, reservations. The sky is our common home, the place we all live. There we are in the world together.” HomeEarthPoetryNatureDreamsSkyPoemLivingUnityHoping Book:Not Go Away Is My Name Source: Not Go Away Is My Name