A chimney, breathing a little smoke in the small beauty of the forest, like thread through a needle, thickening the air, heavy as water. All of it happened slow. A full blast of sun is on the shirt on a hanger.
James Schuyler, “February”
George Oppen, “Psalm”
W. S. Merwin, “Separation”
Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”
Stanley Kunitz, “The Testing-Tree”
David Trinidad, “Sonnet Bernadette Mayer”
I love how you compare the smoke from the chimney like thread through a needle.
Merwin is my favorite contemporary poet.