The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 9/19/07

[BlueIris]

—for an anniversary

"At North Farm"

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents,
Through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?
Hardly anything grows here,
Yet the granaries are busting with meal,
The sacks of meal piled to the rafters.
The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish;
Birds darken the sky. Is it enough
That the dish of milk is set out at night,
That we think of him sometimes,
Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings?

—John Ashbery

[BlueIris]

1. One of the best poems ever, people.

[BlueIris]

2. Don't make me tell a Brasillian joke to get you to read this.

[BlueIris]

3. So John Kerry, a taser, and a guy from Brazil walk into a bar...

[wildhorses]

4. bless you, darlin'

i love it :loveya:

:donut:

:hi:

[BlueIris]

5. Isn't it beeee-yooo-tiful?

[BlueIris]

6. Kick.

[ThomCat]

7. That surprised me as I read it.

It sort of unfolds. Cool.

[BlueIris]

8. Again, I flooooooove this poem.

It's somehow both bleak and uplifting.

[BlueIris]

9. Kick.

[BlueIris]

10. Kick.

[BlueIris]

11. Kick.