American Life in Poetry: Ode to the Common Clothes Moth
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. Sometimes defining what we mean by love causes us to fumble around, until we find the right language, or, as in this case, the perfect lived image that captures it all.
Tyree Daye does this here in his poem, “Ode to the Common Clothes Moth”, which is truly an elegant ode to his love for De Lissa.
Ode to the Common Clothes Moth By Tyree Daye
In these days of less and less sun your love points and I follow like the blind moths you beg me not to kill half-asleep and the sun lesser than a minute before I’ll let you go into the night and you say and I follow your love of winged things to the back door watch you empty your hands into the sky
In the morning you will wake before me and walk out into the yard the sun acts like a father as if it never left moths sing of you from wherever moths go to sing
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. Sometimes defining what we mean by love causes us to fumble around, until we find the right language, or, as in this case, the perfect lived image that captures it all.
Tyree Daye does this here in his poem, “Ode to the Common Clothes Moth”, which is truly an elegant ode to his love for De Lissa.
Ode to the Common Clothes Moth By Tyree Daye
In these days of less and less sun your love points and I follow like the blind moths you beg me not to kill half-asleep and the sun lesser than a minute before I’ll let you go into the night and you say and I follow your love of winged things to the back door watch you empty your hands into the sky
In the morning you will wake before me and walk out into the yard the sun acts like a father as if it never left moths sing of you from wherever moths go to sing