Tag Archives: Annie Dillard

In perfect silence

National Poetry Month, Day 13  //  Seeing past the surface of life to the “something more of the depths” that Robert Frost glimpsed at a well-curb may be an unexpected gift, but it doesn’t very often come out of the blue. Often it’s preceded by nudges as subtle as mere whim, boredom, impatience, or the […]

For once, then, something

National Poetry Month, Day 12  //  Noticing God’s grandeur is always sure to bowl me over, but honestly the experience of it has been rare. Mostly what I see is God’s ordinariness, nothing like the “shining from shook foil” that George Manley Hopkins describes in “God’s Grandeur.” Annie Dillard writes that nature “conceals with a […]

These rude feet

National Poetry Month, Day 5  //  When I was a child, finding a penny was a real treat, more so a nickel or dime. A quarter would make my day, buying me a seat for Saturday afternoon’s double feature with enough left over for a soda or a box of Milk Duds. I think of […]