Two poems by Richard Brautigan, which I first read lying in a hammock in Brazil…
The Nature Poem
The moon
is Hamlet
on a motorcycle
coming down
a dark road.
He is wearing
a black leather
jacket and
boots.
I have
nowhere
to go.
I will ride
all night.
Widow’s Lament
It’s not quite cold enough
to go borrow some firewood
from the neighbors.
September 23, 2009 at 2:50 pm |
Man, I just LOVE the Widow’s Lament.
So timeless, sad and true.
Thank you for introducing me to him oh so long ago.
September 23, 2009 at 2:53 pm |
I know…it’s the saddest and most beautiful little thing…
Did you see my gift to you, btw?