A year through the distant eyes of meteorological satellite Himawari-8 – a hypnotic stream of Earth’s beauty, fragility and disasters.
There’s more light than anyone would need.
At six o’clock the sky is bright.
I have my friend’s last poem to read.
To be amazed at her luck
or pity her trials
A scholar and translator makes a pilgrimage to the Swiss castle where Rainer Maria Rilke finished the Duino Elegies and received the gift of all 55 Sonnets to Orpheus.
Hold a hazelnut up to your eyes
as a lens for seeing through,
then wake to a katydid and say its name.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch…
Grandma lived to be ninety-three
and wore the fabric of that tale to a soft sheen
with her retelling. Where does the past lie?