Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
-James Wright
Poem of the Day: Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
04/15/2015 by Cosmographia Books
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The last line of the poem was so telling. I have found fewer words make a more dramatic statement.
For example: “You will not be punished for your anger, but by your anger”………….Buddha
So much wisdom in only a few words.
I thought that was lovely!