This could be your view if you buy our home btwn Marfa & Fort Davis, TX. Call Pat (432) 729-3962 photo ©John M. Jennings
Our home is for sale. Check it out here.
Nestled against Mano Prieto Mountain with 360 views.
Large open kitchen/dining/ living with fireplace. Perfect for parties or poetry readings!
And—look at this! Your very own red studio with bath to write, paint or ….
Close to The Chinati Foundation, Davis Mountains State Park, McDonald Observatory, CDRI and Big Bend National Park. Enjoy world-class cultural events with Marfa Live Arts, Marfa Book Co.and Ballroom Marfa.
Enjoy morning coffee at Do Your Thing—(I love this place!) after yoga at The Well and return to your own studio to write while you listen to community supported Marfa Public Radio—radio for a wide range.
At night, you can head up to the McDonald Observatory for a Star Party or host a private star party outside on your own 10 beautiful acres of grasslands looking out toward the domes of the observatory.
Call Pat at Marfa Realty (432) 729-3962 for more information or for a showing.
BY EDWARD THOMAS
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
Yes, I thought. “Rain” would be the perfect poem for Day 1 of Poetry at the Post as I was celebrating last night’s rain, a welcome gift, upon my return to my home in Far West Texas. Rain in the desert is good but rain in May in the Chihuahuan desert is super!
I continued to read on. There was rain but there was something more. This was a poem about death and dying—and war. Here is a piece that grounds us in the oft forgotten realities of this Memorial Day Weekend.
Born in 1878 in London to Welsh parents, Edward Thomas graduated from Oxford and earned his living as literary reviewer. Although he thought highly of poetry, Thomas did not write his first poem until the age of 36—only after being urged on by his friend and neighbor, the American poet, Robert Frost. His poetry career was brief, a mere three years. In 1915, Thomas enlisted in the infantry and was killed in action in the Battle of Arras in 1917 shortly after arriving in France.
But here pray that none of whom once I loved
Is dying tonight or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain…
While in residence, I’ll be reading poem a day at the post in Mano Prieto. If you are in the area, stop by for the reading. Times vary each morning so check in first before you make the drive. You’ll be able to see each day’s post under the tab, “Poetry at the Post.”