Archive for May 5th, 2018

Saturday, 5 May 2018

Lately by Patricia Fargnoli

Sometimes, at night I venture out
into the roiling universe, just stand
on the front lawn, head bent back,
imagine myself out to those far edges.

What redeems terror but beauty?
Death keeps trying to collect.
The brain’s old steam train
chugs into obsolescence.

I think of Hubble photographs–
whole galaxies whirling
until we down here seem
miniature– as insignificant as toy soldiers

among quilt hills & valleys. How strange
these inflations of ourselves we make
and hold on to when all around us
the night is falling down.


Date: 2017

By: Patricia Fargnoli (1937- )