Becoming a Redwood
Stand in a field long enough, and the sounds
start up again. The crickets, the invisible
toad who claims that change is possible,
And all the other life too small to name.
Dana Gioia
Poetry
Flying Over the Clouds
No earthly image —only clouds,
affluent clouds, seen from high above,
still bright at the approach of evening.
affluent clouds, seen from high above,
still bright at the approach of evening.
Daily
Becoming a Redwood
Dana Gioia’s poem “Becoming a Redwood” appeared in our Summer 1991 issue. His latest collection is Pity the Beautiful. Stand in a field long enough, and the sounds
start up again. The crickets, the invisible
toad who claims that change is possible,And …