We didn’t want you to miss out so please enjoy these poems from Beckman and Lasky, courtesy of the poets and Wave Books. Then head on in from the cold to view the exhibition (and attend our Open House tonight)!
Joshua Beckman, from The Inside of an Apple
The changing of the seasons is life and death seen gently
Dorothea Lasky, from Thunderbird
Hello, The changing of the seasons is life and death seen gently,
It ebbs and flows
I saw Fall go quietly into Winter
It is not like death
Green to yellow to orange to red to black
To a final white
It is not skin to blue
Fullness to stiffness
It is not the same
As a breeze that is one day colder
Maybe just slightly colder
Until the final cold
The eye of death goes out
It is life going out
The seasons happen gently, hello
Life does not
It happens dramatically
It happens in a sort of violence
The seasons are not violent
The changing of the seasons is not a storm
You will not go gently
And why should you?
The seasons they happen gently
They happen gently
And why shouldn’t they?
Why shouldn’t they, I ask you?
They know they will come again