Thomas Lux

Give us this day our daily birds

  Poem in Thanks by Thomas Lux   Lord Whoever, thank you for this air I’m about to in- and exhale, this hutch in the woods, the wood for fire, the light—both lamp and the natural stuff of leaf-black fern, and wing. For the piano, the shovel for ashes, the moth-gnawed blankets, the stone-cold water […]


You will see a tall, dark tooth

  Your baby grows a tooth, then two, and four, and five, then she wants some meat directly from the bone. It’s all   over: she’ll learn some words, she’ll fall in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet talker on his way to jail. And you,   your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue nothing. […]