Susan's Poetry: To End the Day

19 April 2021

To End the Day

Tea by Mary Cassatt (1890)

Sometimes I forget to end the day,
to draw the covers of the night up
to where my open mouth breathes in
the whisper of an idea.

A professor friend once counselled me
to remember how rare an idea is.
Like a tea kettle, it does not boil
while you stand yearning,

your hand wrapped around cup and strainer.
Like a butterfly, the idea flirts
around just as you want tea and sleep.
Then, I cancel day's end, and follow.

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Sherry Blue Sky4/19/2021 7:13 PM
I love this analogy of steeping tea and following an idea...........I have lost so many ideas and lines for poems because I was too tired to get back up and write them down as I was falling asleep.
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pc4/20/2021 8:19 AM
The mind does keep one awake and moving.

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THE PEACE of WILD THINGS

by Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

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19 April 2021

To End the Day

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Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real–so is the hope.

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