Thursday, November 24, 2016

And in with the grandmother come bears

I love playing with Photo Apps; this one is called Prisma and is for the iPhone.
It's been one week since this photo was taken and I have raked up 
most of these cottonwood leaves of gold; 
each one a colored shard in this image.
It might be true that turkey dinners make you sleepy
and I am still looking for tonight's poem...
but all I have to do is pick up Ursula's book.

Read at the Awards Dinner, May 1996

Beware when you honor an artist.
You are praising danger.
You are holding out your hand
to the dead and the unborn.
You are counting on what cannot be counted.

The poet's measures serve anarchic joy.
The storyteller tells one story: freedom.

Above all beware of honoring women artists.
For the housewife will fill the house with lions
and in with the grandmother 
come bears, wild horses, great horned owls, coyotes.

Ursula K. Le Guin

Finding My Elegy; new and selected poems,
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, page 55.

I hope everyone had a satisfactory overblown Thanksgiving
and can give thanks for some blessings. . .

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