Pieces

I sit on a park bench watching the sunset over the lake near my school, and I say to myself, "A thing of beauty is a joy forever." I walk back to my office and watch the ducks as I go. A couple of lines from an Ogden Nash poem come to my mind, "Behold the duck...it does not cluck...and for supper its bottoms up." I walk a little more and the glow of sunset makes me think of a line from Tennyson, "Sunset and evening star and let there be no mourning for me when I have crossed the bar."

I'm grateful for poetry, for the fragments that remain of all that I have read.