As Kingfishers Catch Fire

I’ve been reflecting on this poem quite a bit lately. It’s been formative for me ever since I discovered it through the writings of Eugene Peterson: As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;As tumbled over rim in roundy wellsStones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’sBow swung finds tongue to fling out broadContinue reading “As Kingfishers Catch Fire”

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