Showing posts with label Richard Jones. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 3, 2015

Richard Jones: "Rapture"
























a bedtime story, after Tolstoy

 
In the desert, a traveler
returning to his family
is surprised
by a wild beast.

To save himself
from the fierce animal,
he leaps into a deep well
empty of water.

But at the bottom
is a dragon, waiting
with open mouth
to devour him.

The unhappy man,
not daring to go out
lest he should be
the prey of the beast,

not daring to jump
to the bottom
lest he should be
devoured by the dragon,

clings to the branch
of a bush growing
in the cracks of the well.
Hanging upon the bough,

he feels his hands
weaken, yet still
he clings, afraid
of his certain fate.

Then he sees two mice,
one white, the other black,
moving about the bush,
gnawing the roots.

The traveler sees this
and knows that he must
inevitably perish, that he will
never see his sons again.

But while thus hanging
he looks about and sees
on the leaves of the bush
some drops of honey.

These leaves
he reaches with his tongue
and licks the honey off,
with rapture.



"Rapture" by Richard Jones. Text as published in The Blessing: New and Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2000).

Art credit: "Honey dripping from nest of Giant honey bee (Apis dorsata binghami)," photograph taken in Indonesia by Nature Picture Library.

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Monday, November 10, 2014

Richard Jones: "The Spoon"



















Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal,
or take the medicine doctors prescribe.
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon's mirror,
I can study my small face in its shiny bowl,
or cover one eye to make half the world
disappear. With a spoon
I can dig a tunnel to freedom,
spoonful by spoonful of dirt,
or waste life catching moonlight
and flinging it into the blackest night.



"The Spoon" by Richard Jones, from Apropos of Nothing. © Copper Canyon Press, 2006.  

Art credit: "Bebete el cielo¡ Drink the sky," photograph taken on June 23, 2013 by © la_magia.