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Bernie McCann
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The neighbor lady is going
to Sweden to breathe the cleaner air
she says and amidst the fizzle
of back-alley dust swells
and the hum of rooftop garden bees...
I hear her talking about how they speak English there
and how someone from the row of houses
across the street
will take in her newspapers
feed her cat
and put their eyes to her dark windows
to check on the dead furniture.

Touching down in Copenhagen
She blunders into bone-tired sleep
as thick silence wearing thin
the scraps of yesterdays
conversations are broken by the doorbell rings
that come soon after familiar
heels click-clacking up the walk
return her from her half-sleep dreams
she's learned to never expect a miracle
from whatever angel sent this advisor.

Meanwhile back home the newspapers sit stacked neatly
wrapped in bundles two or three days deep
amidst the snow with its spinning drifts in afternoon shadow
and the neighbors drawn as if by
some magnetic force stare through her curtains
into her milky-gray watercolor ruins
waiting for some scandal to come forth
and break the silence there
while she is somewhere on the ends of things
atop a cloud that carries planes
dangling in a mute sky...

April 2, 2006
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To Rest on the Grass

I had come to rest on the grass

tilting a painted fan to cool me

only the grass knows I am here

and the thin mustard sunlight

peeking from behind buttermilk clouds

Had it rained?

I felt nothing but my damp palms

raised above my head

Now and again I notice

shiny leaves floating on the pond

should I go in naked

on such a day as this

when only the branches and leaves

peer down at me?

There is no sign of decay… Continue

Posted on March 20, 2010 at 4:38am



by Bernie McCann

She isn't gone so much

from this room as from heaven

where tea leaves

settled at the bottom of a cup

await her skillful translations.

On this early Sunday morning

the Spanish Chapel beckons

and neat as she can

she makes her way through spring gardens



Posted on March 19, 2010 at 3:18am

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At 9:22pm on March 16, 2010, Richard Lukens said…
Hi Bernie... welcome to the Architects site... thanks for joining and posting some content... I hope you find some interesting folks here.. I have...

All the best,

At 3:40am on March 16, 2010, The Ancient One said…
Song of the Builders

On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God -

a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillside

this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hope

it will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.

from Why I Wake Early (2004)
by Mary Oliver




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