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Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: Moth at My Window
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
Today?s column features Richard Aldridge, a poet, anthologist, and educator who lived on the Maine coast. In Aldridge?s poem a moth becomes the source of thoughts about the unknown.
Moth at My Window by Richard Aldridge
Against my pane He beats a rapid Pitapat In trying to reach The desk lamp lit In front of me. Wing flurries spent, He crawls and toils This way and that, His whole self bound To pierce the veil He cannot see.The glance I turn On him, light Spreading still across My page, is one Of interest in The company. Whatever time I take to watch Will be no loss From my own toils To pierce the veil I cannot see.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 1980 by Richard Aldridge. Reprinted from ?Red Pine, Black Ash,? Thorndike Press, 1980, by permission of the Estate of Richard Aldridge. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to David Turner, Special Assistant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at poetlaureate@mainewriters.org or 207-228-8263.