December 0

Blog Archive

Thu, 24.09.2009

SUNDAY by Primus St. John

Today,
The sea has its own religion,
It is as blue
As an acori bead
I rubbed in my hand.

I think
Of swimming out
for miles
and miles in prayer.

I think
Of never struggling back
In doubt.

As though
In a world like this
Love starts over and over again…

Reprinted from Dreamer (Pittsburgh Carnegie Mellon Press) 1990.

learn more

New Poem Each Day

Poetry Corner

Skylark, have you anything to say to me, Won't you tell me where my love can be? Is there a meadow in the midst Where someone's waiting to be kissed? Skylark, have you... SKYLARK by Billy Eckstine.
Read More