Because Everyone Needs A Little Poetry(Or Because its National Poetry Month)

Since I have been accused (not unfairly by the way) of having eyes for Wendell Berry and only Wendell Berry when it involves poetry.  I will endeavor to branch out just a little for your reading pleasure in my celebration of National Poetry Month.  At least I'll try.

(For The Donald)

The Leader

BY WENDELL BERRY

Head like a big 
watermellon,
frequently tumped
and still not ripe.

7th Game: 1960 Series

BY PAUL BLACKBURN

Nice day,

sweet October afternoon

Men walk the sun-shot avenues,

Second, Third, eyes

intent elsewhere

ears communing with transistors in shirt pockets

Bars are full, quiet,

discussion during commercials

only

Pirates lead New York 4-1, top of the 6th, 2

Yankees on base, 1 man out

What a nice day for all this !

Handsome women, even

dreamy jailbait, walk

nearly neglected :

men's eyes are blank

their thoughts are all in Pittsburgh

Last half of the 9th, the score tied 9-all,

Mazeroski leads off for the Pirates

The 2nd pitch he simply, sweetly

CRACK!

belts it clean over the left-field wall

Blocks of afternoon

acres of afternoon

Pennsylvania Turnpikes of afternoon . One

diamond stretches out in the sun

the 3rd base line

and what men come down

it

The final score, 10-9

Yanquis, come home 

A Small Theology

BY WENDELL BERRY

"With God all things are possible"-

that's the beginning and the end

of theology.  If all things are possible, 

nothing is impossible.

Why do the godly then

keep slinging out there nooses? 

In Wonder

BY CHARLES SIMIC

I cursed someone or something

Tossing and turning all night-

Or so I was told, though I had no memory

Who it could be, so I stared

At the world out there in wonder.

The frost on the bushes lay pretty

Like tinsel over a Christmas tree

When a limo as black as a hearse

Crept into view, stopping at each

Mailbox as if in search of a name, 

And not finding it sped away, 

Its tires squealing like a piglet

Lifted into the air by a butcher