Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Apology


Words are shadows cast by meaning.
My intent? Aye, there’s the rub.

The sun is understanding:
it leaves me blind, strands me in the wood.


12 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

Aye, there's the rub.

Fabulous poem, William.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Jonathan.

Joseph Hutchison said...

William, oh my—line by line beautiful, with the whole much more than the sum of its parts. I read Dante into "the wood," but the resonance is there with or without him. Aye, a fine poem indeed!

William Michaelian said...

Dante or the wood: the truth is, I don’t know which entered my mind first. But I do know that I was pleased when they arrived. Thanks, Joe!

JforJames said...

Very nice. Just tonight I found that a little tree I've been seeing in the late November woods still holding its beige leaves, lit among the dark truck, is the American beech.

William Michaelian said...

Modest or wise; perhaps both.

Thanks, Jim.

-K- said...

I think a lot of people are feeling stranded this week.

William Michaelian said...

No doubt; as were many before, and will be.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

as ever, fantastic, touching

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Laura.

Bitch said...

Your words are going through my veins..
and leave a lovely feeling...

(reading them and make me a better person)

William Michaelian said...

Dear Monika, thank you.