Edward Nobles
“One of the most exciting and accomplished poets of his generation.”
— Richard Burgin, founding editor of Boulevard
“Nobles poems feel as if they are flung to all parts of the universe; they are wide-ranging, unrestrained, and full of thought.”
— Liz Rosenberg
The racing clouds uncloud the moon
and crimson skies reveal their magic.
Oh, God of Night,
spring storms that claim
and then reveal, I revel
in the mystery of my soul’s passion,
your dark mirrors glimmering
with embers of torn red.
from “To America’s Shore”
Greetings and welcome to my world. Or one of my worlds, as life consists of multiple galaxies with complex nuances and layers. And beneath the galactic layers, one bedrock essence of who I am is “poet,” someone who searches for answers through a few choice words, the proverbial universe sculpted from a grain of sand.
If this website appears at times to you, as it does to me, like boasting, I hope you will forgive me. And that you’ll still join me in the planting of my poet’s flag on a handful of dust hurtling through space. Because, even since the beginning, this journey is meant for both of us.
“I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.”
— Walt Whitman
