The Knitter

Clothing Hanging on a Rack

The Knitter

to show her love
she knit him a sweater
praying as she worked
with size two needles

bless the man 
who wears this sweater
with health, respect, riches
and love throughout his lifetime

He tried it on
to be polite
then tossed the perfect-fit
on a rear closet shelf—

Months after he’d
disposed of the knitter
he donated
the never-worn sweater, and now

hours of knitted prayers
await the man
who hunts for love
on a Goodwill rack
***
by Lori Lipsky
photo: DonNichols/istockphoto

I'm pleased to announce I'll be one of the 
featured readers this Sunday, February 16, taking part
in the Winter Festival of Poetry, sponsored by
the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets. You are
cordially invited to attend. Free at 2pm at 
The Fountain of Madison, 122 State Street, 
Madison, Wisconsin.
Also participating on Sunday will be former WI Poet
Laureate, Marilyn Taylor, and Shoshauna Shy.

Next Saturday

Next Saturday

I could read the lyrics of Yeats
sing a Schubert song
listen to Mozart’s Magic Flute
view the Rembrandt exhibit

I could read treasured letters
collected over the years,
share a meal with cherished friends
visit a gorgeous rose garden

But if I owned the freedom to choose
my selection, based on love
would save the rest for another time
and leave Saturday for you
********
by Lori Lipsky

Friends and Family

Friends and Family by Lori Lipsky

Good friends of today
become old friends,
lost friends
friends we haven't seen
in twenty years,
in forty years, but

only death can
separate family, and
then, just for a time
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My deepest sympathy to dear WP friend Resa on the loss of her beautiful mother. Resa wrote a lovely poem on a difficult day, which she shares over at Queen’s End. ~Lori

The Look by Sara Teasdale

The Look by Sara Teasdale

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
  Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
  And never kissed at all.

 Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
  Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
  Haunts me night and day.

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Lori's notes: 
Here's a poem by Sara Teasdale, the American lyrical poet who 
lived from 1884 until 1933. She experienced all sorts of health 
issues in childhood and a tragic end to her short life, 
but won significant writing awards in the middle and left 
behind some fine poems. 

The above (not one she's best known for) is a short, easy piece, 
or it may seem so on first reading. But after spending a few 
moments with it, there's more, isn't there?

Have you known any women like the woman of this poem?

Poets.org (an American Academy of Poets site) is the place to go if you’re looking for a poet, a poem, or related biographies. It’s a terrific poetry-lovers site. Sometimes I enjoy going there to read stats. Stats can be great fun. Go ahead and try it out. Find out which poems are most popular and which poets are searched most often.