Remembering Donald Justice
And so what does it mean, pale geographies of the heart,The wishful hour alone at a window?Boyhood:A blind kid with puppets and homemade songs.
Will the hours ever be softer than in those days?It was sweet to be lonely with the cricketsSinging in a broken stove.
Blind, I bought a horse…
Blind, I bought a horseNot to ride, though some wouldMy wife for instance—No I bought him becauseOf his loneliness
Orphic horse retiredFrom the trackLeft standing in a stall
Have I mentioned his neck?It’s long as Noah’s hopeFor new sun—Il miglior fabbroI whisperedTo the greater maker…
Stephen Kuusisto is the author of the memoirs Have Dog, Will Travel: A Poet’s Journey, Planet of the Blind (a New York Times “Notable Book of the Year”), and Eavesdropping: A Memoir of Blindness and Listening, and of…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, May/June 2022