Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | October 1, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Old Manuscript

by Alfred Kreymborg (1883 – 1966).

Old Manuscript (1917)
 
The sky
is that beautiful old parchment
in which the sun
and the moon
keep their diary.
To read it all,
one must be a linguist
more learned than Father Wisdom;
and a visionary
more clairvoyant than Mother Dream.
But to feel it,
one must be an apostle:
one who is more than intimate
in having been, always,
the only confidant—
like the earth
or the sea. 

Notes:
http://www.answers.com/topic/kreymborg-alfred
http://www.chesshistory.com/winter/extra/kreymborg.html


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Categories

%d bloggers like this: