A poem by Charles Wright

 AFTER READING TU FU, I GO OUTSIDE TO THE DWARF GARDEN

                    by Charles Wright

East of me, west of me, full summer.
How deeper than elsewhere, the dusk is in your own yard.
Birds fly back and forth across the lawn
                                                                looking for home
As night drifts up like a little boat.
Day after day, I become of less use to myself.
Like this mockingbird,
                                    I flit from on thing to the next.
What do I have to look forward to at fifty-four?
Tomorrow is dark.
                                Day-after-tomorrow is darker still.
The sky dogs are whimpering.
Fireflies are dragging the hush of evening
                                                                    up from the damp grass.
Into the world's tumult, into the chaos of every day,
Go quietly, quietly.

from Chickamauga  

@1995 by Charles Wright

SUMMER AND LOVE

 

SONNET 18 by Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate;

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed:

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owes;

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou growest.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.