Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges


Morning, April, maples heavy with rain—

And before life has begun one thinks,

How a customary human mind starts up

Cold, still dark.


Last night I recalled

John Butler Yeats, the poet’s father,

A famous talker, a one man college,

Who taught his son to listen.


I wonder

Who taught me

About life after life?

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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