Tuesday, April 05, 2005

What a poet laureate writes

After Years

Today, from a distance,
I saw you walking away,
and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea.
An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands,
holding only a handful of leaves,
and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens
looked up for an instant.
At the other side of the galaxy,
a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun
exploded and vanished,
leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer's retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.

Ted Kooser

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