Edge Of Night \ Homage To Stanley Kunitz

Nancy: There and gone.  The bats slipped into the spaces behind the shingles and lived invisible days.  Our lives crossed here, at dusk and dawn.

Edge Of Night

a bat slices the air

slivers the pale light into

smaller and smaller pieces

dusty with scales

     bat

plays the blade of itself

in calligraphy

mantras of flight

ribbons of air, shards of mystery

     nearer and nearer

arcs away and back and suddenly

no match for dawn

slides the soft steel of itself

silently, just here, invisible

     above my head

Alan: I loved reading The Wild Braid: A Poet Reflects On A Century In The Garden (Stanley Kunitz with Genine Lentine, W.W. Norton & Co, 2007).  It’s a beautiful little book: a final flower from a marvelous poet and gardener.

Homage To Stanley Kunitz

1.     gardening:

        guarding

          our

          earth

                dharma

2.     writing:

            righting

      our

     world

              dharma

3.     a poem:

        an

   open

           named

             om