Originally published Tuesday, July 22, 2008 at 12:00 AM
A small taste of Kay Ryan
The following poem, "Hope," is from "Elephant Rocks" (Grove Press) by Kay Ryan.
What's the use
of something
as unstable
and diffuse as hope —
the almost-twin
of making-do,
the isotope
of going on:
what isn't in
the envelope
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just before
it isn't:
the always tabled
righting of the present.
The Washington Post
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