Robert Siegel

POETRY: Rinsed With Gold, Endless, Walking The Fields, by Robert Siegel

Let this day’s air praise the Lord— Rinsed with gold, endless, walking the fields, Blue and bearing the clouds like censers, Holding the sun like a single note Running through all things, a basso profundo Rousing the birds to an endless chorus. Let the river throw itself down before him, The rapids laugh and flash with his praise, Let the lake tremble about its edges And gather itself in one clear thought To mirror the heavens and the reckless gulls That swoop and rise on its glittering shores. Let the lawn burn continually before him A green flame, and the tree’s shadow Sweep over it like the baton of a conductor, Let winds hug the housecorners and woodsmoke Sweeten the world with her invisible dress, Let the cricket wind [...]

POETRY: A Song Of Praises, by Robert Siegel

for the gray nudge of dawn at the window for the chill that hangs around the bed and slips its cold tongue under the covers for the cat that walks over my face purring murderously for the warmth of the hip next to mine and sweet lethargy for the cranking up of the will until it turns me out of bed for the robe’s caress along arm and neck for the welcome of hot water, the dissolving of the night’s stiff mask in the warm washcloth for the light along the while porcelain sink for the toothbrush’s savory invasion of the tomb of the mouth and resurrection of the breath for the warm lather and the clean scrape of the razor and the skin smooth and pink that emerges for the steam of the shower, the apprehensive shiver and then [...]