Poetry and pictures. Last week I (Rebecca) was organizing my picture files and I found a few shots I liked and never used on the blog in 2009. So, I thought "Why don't I try to find a poem for each picture?" Not as easy as it seems. Some of the poems have obvious connections and others are a bit of a stretch. I hope you enjoy the poems and, please, check out the poet links.
Special thanks to the Poetry Foundation website at www.poetryfoundation.org
Letters to Walt Whitmanby Ronald Johnson
I hear you are whispering there O stars of heaven,
O suns—O grass of graves. . .
If you do not say anything
how can I say anything?
Let us tunnel
the air
(as a mole’s green galleries)
toward the ultimate
(as a mole’s green galleries)
toward the ultimate
cornfield
—the square of gold, & green, & of tassle
—the square of gold, & green, & of tassle
that rustles back at us—
let us burrow in
to a susurration, the dense starlings,
to a susurration, the dense starlings,
of the real—
the huge
sunflowers waving back at us,
the huge
sunflowers waving back at us,
as we move
—the great grassy world
that surrounds us,
singing.
singing.
