Monday, April 21, 2014
"Christmas" by Annie Dillard
In honor of National Poetry Month, here is "Christmas" by Annie Dillard.
Christmas
Trees that have loved
in silence, kiss,
crashing; the Douglas firs lean
low to the brittle embrace
of a lodgepole pine.
In cities at night
tin canisters eat
their cookies; the bed;
asleep, tossing,
brushes its curtain of bead.
My wristwatch grows
obscurely, sun-
flower big. Across
America, cameras gaze,
astonished, into the glass.
This is the hour
God loosens and empties.
Rushing, consciousness comes
unbidden, gasping,
and memory, wisdom, grace.
Birds come running;
the curtains moan.
Dolls in the hospital
with brains of coral
jerk, breathe and are born.
http://www.anniedillard.com/
Christmas
Trees that have loved
in silence, kiss,
crashing; the Douglas firs lean
low to the brittle embrace
of a lodgepole pine.
In cities at night
tin canisters eat
their cookies; the bed;
asleep, tossing,
brushes its curtain of bead.
My wristwatch grows
obscurely, sun-
flower big. Across
America, cameras gaze,
astonished, into the glass.
This is the hour
God loosens and empties.
Rushing, consciousness comes
unbidden, gasping,
and memory, wisdom, grace.
Birds come running;
the curtains moan.
Dolls in the hospital
with brains of coral
jerk, breathe and are born.
http://www.anniedillard.com/
Labels:
Annie Dillard,
Christmas,
National Poetry Month,
poem,
poet,
poetry
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1 comment:
I don't get it. Anybody want to unpack it for my dull mind?
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