a sonnet in response to Meghan O’Rourke’s

Down by the shore of unknown name
I heard an ancient wind; that was nothing
So properly named. You are always nothing
For no one lasts, the last are first and final.

The first are fluff, letters, scribblings on a page.
We hear the echo of ourselves in tense
and verse, in syllables arranged
across the landscape of a thousand years.

But invisible as was the wind just named,
you are filtered through me and me through you,
light on the rain, the gulls guide by an empty hand,
but only joined from lightyears away.

Notice the inconsistencies in time, the word
bubbles, falls, and burns away at the center of the sun.

"Never," a poem by George Moore

Photo used under CC.


About Author


George Moore is the author of Children's Drawings of the Universe, which will be published by Salmon Press in 2012. He has published poems in The Atlantic, Poetry, Northwest Review, Colorado Review, and internationally in Canada, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, Spain, Portugal and Iceland. He was nominated last year for two Pushcart Prizes, Best of the Web and Best of the Net awards, and was a finalist for The Rhysling Poetry Prize, and the Wolfson Poetry Prize. He teaches at the University of Colorado, Boulder.

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