Language and Prayer, my experience with Matins

21st October, 2009 - Posted by Christine Perrin - 1 Comment

The catbird is mewling from the clematis vines that bridge our neighbor’s yard to ours, twining the trellis. All such cries remind me of Zoë’s absence and of the lament that my body is always making as I adjust to reality: she is building her life in another place, a life that is thickly-vined into » Read More

A bird came down the walk

12th October, 2009 - Posted by Christine Perrin - 2 Comments

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass. He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all abroad,– They » Read More