Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Mark Strand

On the eve of my fortieth birthday I sat on the porch having a smoke when out of the blue a man and a camel happened by. Neither uttered a sound at first, but as they drifted up the street and out of town the two of them began to sing. Yet what they sang is still a mystery to me— the words were indistinct and the tune too ornamental to recall. Into the desert they went and as they went their voices rose as one above the sifting sound of windblown sand. The wonder of their singing, its elusive blend of man and camel, seemed an ideal image for all uncommon couples. Was this the night that I had waited for so long? I wanted to believe it was, but just as they were vanishing, the man and camel ceased to sing, and galloped back to town. They stood before my porch, staring up at me with beady eyes, and said: "You ruined it. You ruined it forever." ~ Mark Strand

You sit in a chair, touched by nothing, feeling The old self become older self, imagining Only the patience of water, the boredom of a stone. You think that silence is the extra page, You think nothing is good or bad, not even the Darkness that fills the house while you sit watching It happen. You’ve seen it happen before. Your friends Move past the window their face soiled with regret. You want to wave but cannot raise your hand. You sit in a chair, you turn to the night shade spreading A poisonous net around the house. You taste The honey of absence. It is the same wherever You are, the same if the voice rots before The body, or the body rots before the voice. You know that desire leads only to sorrow, that sorrow Leads to achievements which leads to emptiness. You know that this is different, that this Is a celebration, the only celebration That by giving yourself over to nothing, You shall be healed. You know that there is joy in feeling Your lungs prepare themselves for an ashen future, so you wait, you stare and wait, and the dust settles And the miraculous hours of childhood wander in darkness “In celebration” ~ Mark Strand www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/mark-strand

........................... so you wait, you stare and wait, and the dust settles And the miraculous hours of childhood wander in darkness “In celebration” ~ Mark Strand

In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves into fill the spaces where my body's been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole. Keeping Things Whole ~ Mark Strand

In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. ~ Mark Strand poets.org/poet/mark-strand