Sarah White Verse-Virtual 2019 April

April 2019

Note: I chose a short poem as my favorite, or one of my favorites—the last poem in “to one who bends my time,” my most recent book. I like it because whatever it does, it does in just a few lines. It reminds me of a proverb embroidered on a linen handkerchief by a girl in a Quaker bonnet.

Last Maxim

Choose, from a calendar
of some past year, an hour
or minute to live again—whatever’s in it.

Take, from a hundred miles
you’ve traveled,
any quarter-mile, and lay it
on the road ahead.

Come to a familiar place,
maybe a shadowed valley,
only this time it will charm you
as if it were a Paradise.

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