Archive for October 30th, 2019

Wednesday, 30 October 2019

Skin Spinners by Joan Delano Aiken

Poets, clustered like spiders, sing
shrilly of the gadfly’s wing
and make of air and dust and flesh
a subtle and a silver mesh,
study the seasons and the trends
times, fashions, tides, for their own ends;
all is foretold, all comes to pass
spun, spinning, in a web of glass;
brooding above the throng of flies
they watch with penetrating eyes
and turn the living and the dead
impartially to daily bread.

From: Aiken, Joan, The Skin Spinners: Poems, 1976, The Viking Press: New York, p. 57.

Date: 1960

By: Joan Delano Aiken (1924-2004)