Poetry Alive: Dust by Dorianne Laux

Every once in a while you’re lucky enough to come across a poet that somehow speaks a language you not just understand, but a language that you feel across your entire body. For me, I was lucky enough to stumbled across Dorianne Laux earlier this week and have spent the week lost in her words. I wanted to share her with you and ask what poets speak your language?



By Dorianne Laux

Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor —
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn’t elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That’s how it is sometimes —
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you’re just too tired to open it.

1 Comment »

  1. Laura W. Said:

    Is “Dust” by any chance a reference to His Dark Materials? Because that would be beyond awesome. 🙂 For a supposedly atheist book, it says a lot about the divine.

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