Jeanne Murray Walker is the award-winning author of 8 volumes of
poetry and one memoir as well as a number of plays which have been
performed in theaters across the country and in London. She is an
Emeritus Professor at The University of Delaware, where she taught
for 40 years and headed the Creative Writing Concentration. Jeanne
currently serves as a poetry Mentor in The Seattle Pacific Low
Residency MFA Program. From her home outside Philadelphia
she blogs about the troubling politics of our time, reading and writing,
and the surprising power of stillness. She travels widely to speak
and read her poems in places ranging from The Library of Congress
to Romania, from Italy to Texas Canyon Country. You can find her
papers and letters archived at Wheaton College’s Buswell Library
and at The University of Delaware’s Morris Library. Jeanne has
appeared on PBS television and is frequently interviewed on the radio.
A Note from Jeanne
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Jeanne Murray Walker
It must have been a windy night like this
the trees swaying and hissing,
tossing their hair in desperate gestures,
when he broke out of the spell
and realized it wasn’t fair.
He never chose her.
When he woke up, she stood before him
like a bright goblet filling up with water.
He was thirsty. How splendid
it can be to drink when you’re thirsty,
was what he thought. He was that young.
Now he realizes there is a stain
spreading on his heart, that the name
she gave the Yak chafes him
and she sings off key. He never chose
her. He’d like to grab his knife
and cut off her song
but rain is slanting down
and she is running toward him, her eyes terrified
under the bending, cracking maples
and a curtain pulls back in him
and he takes her into his arms
and begins the long journey toward
learning to love what he’s been given.