Fable for Blackboard
Here is the grackle, people.
Here is the fox, folks.
The grackle sits in the bracken. The fox . . .
Here is the grackle, people.
Here is the fox, folks.
The grackle sits in the bracken. The fox . . .
To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
In whom both beauties to my death agree, . . .
Fairy tales are full of impossible tasks:
Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat,
Or cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat, . . .
It was midday before we noticed it was morning.
The boy cousins brought us a tray—soup and cheese,
warm soda, and a soft cloth and candy for her fever. . . .
Once you said joking slyly, If I’m killed
I’ll come to haunt your solemn bed,
I’ll stand and glower at the head . . .
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence, . . .
Each day I go into the fields
to see what is growing
and what remains to be done.
It is always the same thing: nothing . . .
The heat so peaked tonight
the moon can’t cool
. . .
You sway like a crane to the tunes of tossed stones.
I am what you made to live in
from what you had: hair matted as kelp, bad schools. . . .
Come, let’s go in.
The ticket-taker
has shyly grinned . . .