What I Used to Know I understood that dandelions are beautiful as dahlias and the cheesemaker's daughter delightful I knew the grace of grasshoppers equals the pomp of presidents or peacocks and pigeons stand iridescent in sun I suspected there is less to people than they let on and more and I knew my flesh was holy as communion bread or Wonder Bread and Mogen David wine after blessing I heard pines whisper prayers that went unanswered I saw the early signs the dancers on aching toes yet I never doubted perfection the questions in the eyes of does ~ Ralph Murre note: "work in progress" refers to the poem, not the building!
somewhere in the Spanish night La Abuela her tale of great sorrow and dancing ~ RM Inspired by pieces for a viola ensemble, which I heard yesterday, written by Michael Kimber and performed by some gifted students of Lawrence University playing at Bjorklunden . . .
Ralph Murre is the author of "Crude Red Boat" and "The Price of Gravity, both books of poetry; author and illustrator of "Psalms", a book of poetry and art, co-author, (with Sharon Auberle)of "Wind Where Music Was", a book of poems of experience, and he is editor/publisher of several books of prose, poetry, photography, and drawings from Little Eagle Press, which he founded. Ordering information for these books is available from
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