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“here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
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larryhammerFor Poetry Monday, some self-indulgence. Cut for length:
Cathedral Close, Larry Hammer
Too close, and you see nothing—old
pale limestone, quarried
with smoothness rocks forget
and fleck to worn grains, weather-worried
and rough to hold
against your palm. And yet
( too far, you see too little )
First drafted in my mid-twenties after hiking through slot gorges in Canyonlands National Park, based on memories of growing up a 10 minute walk from the National Cathedral in Washington, DC, and revised over the next decade (after a visit to confirm details).
---L.
Subject quote from Best Guess, Lucy Dacus.
Cathedral Close, Larry Hammer
Too close, and you see nothing—old
pale limestone, quarried
with smoothness rocks forget
and fleck to worn grains, weather-worried
and rough to hold
against your palm. And yet
( too far, you see too little )
First drafted in my mid-twenties after hiking through slot gorges in Canyonlands National Park, based on memories of growing up a 10 minute walk from the National Cathedral in Washington, DC, and revised over the next decade (after a visit to confirm details).
---L.
Subject quote from Best Guess, Lucy Dacus.
