May 13, 2010

• New poem

  Since I haven’t posted any writing for a while, I thought I would put something up I wrote a few weeks ago when it started to feel like spring.  On another note, I’ve noticed many of the poems I’ve written over the past few months have had Pittsburgh as a backdrop or main theme.  Maybe that’s why Pittsburgh has always felt like home from the moment I came here…

   

  At the Cathedral of Hope

  In Pittsburgh, after a cold dark winter-
        after the sun was hiding somewhere further south-

  In this chapel of urban sanctuary-
        in this diamond of perfect acoustics-

  A singer with a mouth full of petals
       altered a season of silence,
             brought the crickets and poems of spring;

  and neither angels or pearls
         or couples running nude through a park
              or the wet grass of meadow sticking to the legs

  could have spoken the wanton language
        of the season so well–
              (and I am still translating.)

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