Without Lifting A Finger

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Michigan. Summer. Poetry everywhere I turn. #rlswihart #amazon #woodhenge #readmorepoetry2020

Michigan. Summer. Poetry. @rl_swihart #rlswihart13 #rlswihart #woodhenge #amazon #readmorepoetry2020

The very next morning she dressed with care in discreet black and walked towards Unter den Linden to call on the Minister’s wife. She sent in her card which bore only the words: ‘Effi von Innstetten, née von Briest’. Everything else had been left off, including ‘Baroness’. ‘Her Excellency will see you’–Effi followed the servant into an anteroom where she sat down and, in spite of her agitation, examined the pictures decorating the walls, first Guido Reni’s Aurora, then opposite a few English etchings, engravings after Benjamin West in the familiar style of aquatints, full of light and shade. One of them was of King Lear on the blasted heath. 

Michigan. Something. Nothing. A Sunday morning at the picture window, watching the birdfeeder. #rlswihart #woodhenge #amazon #readmorepoetry2020

Only after "words" did I employ Vuillard (green borders), Van Gogh (shorn yellow field) and Escher (100 tessellated Canada geese) #rlswihart #amazon #woodhenge #readmorepoetry2020

Michigan. Summer. Poetry. Read more poetry in 2020.  @rl_swihart @amazon #rlswihart #woodhenge #readmorepoetry2020

Sandhill Cranes @ Roundabout. Slow down. Read more poetry in 2020. R L Swihart's Woodhenge @ Amazon.com. #rlswihart #woodhenge #readmorepoetry2020

Another poem from R L Swihart's Woodhenge. "To Infinity" makes a good bookend to the first and title poem. TO INFINITY  A new barn with white trim near the corner of Waite and Hurrey. A large scrape (scape) of brown dirt will be green next year  1111 Old School: Sheryl used to live there. I can see her getting off the bus. I have the urge to knock but don’t A driveway (new to me) disappearing into a tunnel of trees and a tangle of green (skunk cabbage, charlie, nettles, young timothy, white and yellow dandelion pops)  *  The living continue to thrive, they are accustomed to little else. The dead insist on another verb (infinite mode) still secret to me *** You can buy Woodhenge at Amazon.com. Kindle eBook is $2.99 and the paperback is $5.99. Best, R L Swihart #rlswihart #woodhenge #readmorepoetry

Black squirrel escaping up a locust tree. Michigan. #rlswihart #amazon #woodhenge #readmorepoetry

Old willow tree at the end of the road. Used to be three or four of them. Read poetry. Buy the book. Woodhenge by R L Swihart. @rl_swihart @amazon

If you missed the freebie (Kindle eBook was free July 4 to 8), you can still get some great poetry for "pocket change": the Kindle eBook is just $2.99 and the paperback is $5.99. Visit Amazon and check out the "Look Inside." Click on the cover image below, which will take you to my Author's Page. Best, R L Swihart

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Walked in Downtown Long Beach again this morning. Love is the answer. Or at least part of the ingredients. Buy the book: Woodhenge. It has the rest of the recipe. Last day for the Kindle eBook freebie is tomorrow: July 8. After that the eBook skyrockets to $2.99. You'll have to dig deep for the paperback: $5.99. @Amazon  @rl_swihart #woodhenge #love #poetry Best, R L Swihart *

It was during this period of solitude that he kept ringing me up in the evening. His calls were often a nuisance, coming just when we had company. As a rule Stiller had been drinking; he began talking about Kierkegaard and pretended to be in urgent need of elucidation from me. He made these calls from a tavern—his own telephone had been cut off because he hadn't paid the bill. I was never an expert on Kierkegaard; I sent him the book following a conversation about melancholy as a symptom of the aesthetic attitude to life. When he rang me I hadn't got the book handy, and nor had Stiller. Above all, it was obvious that he had scarcely read Kierkegaard yet, so there must have been something else on his mind. He used to hang on for a quarter of an hour or more, half an hour sometimes, probably just to listen to a voice. In the background I could hear sounds from the tavern, the clink of glasses being rinsed, the clank of a pin-table. I could scarcely make out what he was saying. He

From Old Poems: WOODHENGE   Boys amid timothy. All morning shovels bite the turf to form a rough circle of a ditch Instead of greywethers wood scraps are dragged to the fence between yard and field A dead crow, five fake arrowheads and a jackknife find new life in a shallow grave The departing sun slants through a makeshift door    From New Poems:   LIMERICK   Last breakfast: at the door of the orange cow. Caps and scones    She argued against the young man behind the counter, I donned wig and gown and devilled to commute his sentence Four swans along the old wall (Strand side), heads drowning for food; nest-suggesting strokes of green  On the other side (above high water), Emer's monster line: IT WILL RISE WITH THE MOON    *** BUY THE BOOK (KINDLE EBOOK OR PAPERBACK)  @ AMAZON.COM!!!                          

Very quiet around the lagoon. And beautiful. The action (bombs bursting in air) seemed to be more in the distance, occasionally a colorful flower appearing over houses or trees.

Woodhenge by R L Swihart -- both paperback and Kindle eBook are available now at Amazon.  THE EBOOK IS FREE JULY 4 TO 8!!! Description: Contemporary Poetry. Old and New Work by R L Swihart. This book should be banned. Burned. OK, OK, but read it first: cover to cover: all one hundred poems. We too easily confuse "talking about things" with "things" (a sniff of a riff on Gödel) and this poetry will never let you forget it. *** R L Swihart's Woodhenge  

My new book of poems -- Woodhenge -- is now available at Amazon. Currently it is only available as a Kindle eBook. The paperback version will soon follow. Click on the image below to go to Amazon and check it out. (Promotion Special: The Kindle eBook will be available free July 4 to July 8.) Woodhenge by R L Swihart

The beaches will close this weekend in Long Beach CA -- COVID has cancelled most of the festivities for the 4th, though I'm sure there will be some private noisemakers. Will make the best of it by walking there over the next couple of days: Bluff to Beach to Pier and back again.