SATURDAY 6th

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photograph by Donna Marie Bergeniao 11/11/2003

A Thought for Today

The sounds that break the silence are the ones we never hear.

 

THE WEEKEND WATCH

CHRISTMAS WITH THE MASSES /
The 1961 Christmas Card

I spent Christmas with a cinder in my eye,
watching a priest eat a hot dog on Sixth
                                                Avenue
                              between masses.

Fifth had store windows
with imitation trees and imitation holly
and imitation women walked on the arms
of men with imitation smiles.

My mother gave me five saints’ names
         in hopes I’d be protected
but the enemy’s so silent
I wouldn’t know him if he came.

Smitten by the robber or the robber’s smile
                I’d most likely turn the other
                                                 cheek.
Like hell I would.

But forgive me my trespasses
       they’ve been few this year
(unless you count the time
I crossed Sixth Avenue against the light
In order that I might be blessed
between the mustard and the relish.)

-from “The Twelve Years of Christmas,” 1969

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PASTORAL

Finally the wind has finished
piling up November leaves.
          Now it turns
to drive the snow in drifts
        along
                   the
                            fences
of December farms.

The cattle come slow
            or not at all.
They scratch their backs
against the barnyard doors.
Their dialogue,
even as they chew their endless cud,
is low and mournful.

The lazy longhorns,
down the pasture
venture outside only
for a cooling taste of snow.
The wise among them
stay inside the shed
switching tails at what few flies
now survive the early winter.

Lie back.
The wind is on the move.
Till the bare tree limbs
stand still again
we’ve no need to move at all.

Turn not away from me.
But if you turn toward me,
do it in a lazy way
         and slow.

Let me sleep a minute more.
When the coffee starts to perking,
come to me with smiles.

- from "Fields of Wonder", 1971

 
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