I attended Mark Strand’s reading Thursday night and a luncheon with him Friday. (more…)
Mark Strand will be in Salt Lake this week. He was by far my favorite professor when I was an undergrad majoring in English/Creative Writing at the University of Utah. For those who can, I strongly recommend attending his reading at the Salt Lake Main Library. In honor of his visit, I’m posting one of his poems:
The Coming of Light
by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
He sat leaning against the brick front of the building and swam the race in his mind. He was impatient to begin this morning, though this time there would be no other team members present: he was the only one who had qualified. The only light was the glow of the streetlight; the sun would not rise for another hour. The coach’s heavy step sounded as he appeared out of the darkness, nodded, and unlocked the door. The metal-on-metal sounds of the old latch cracked painfully in the cold silence. The waiting youth followed wordlessly into the locker room. (more…)