What if I lived by the ocean
with a wind
wildly constant allowing

a crow as large as a chair
that is really a raven
and I would listen

for the voice of that wind
handing me answers
to the riddle

of being monogamous
like the raven,
the shadow that isn’t me;

what if Dylan Thomas was right
being mortal as a library
turned into ash,

or glaciers melting
being a library with its
words seeking the sea?

What if the sunset
I see will be
my last without

the voice of the wind?

Today Grace hosts dVerse Open Link and as a miniprompt she shares a great poem written by Anne Carson this year’s Nobel Prize laureate in Litterature. When I wrote this poem I happened to be listening to Spotify and the song that came on was a song by Latin Quarter, a band I listened to a lot in the 80s, and the song that came on was one called Dylan Thomas was right. I am sitting in the Stockholm library listening and it feels so apt while I watch the sun setting over downtown Stockholm (alas without any ravens)

November 5, 2026