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A Ritual to Read to Each Other
If you don't know the kind of person I amand I don't know the kind of person you area pattern that others made may prevail in the worldand following the wrong god home we may miss our star.For there is...
View ArticleThe Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the...
View ArticleThe Old Wisdom
When the night wind makes the pine trees creakAnd the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,Go out my child, go out and seekYour soul: The Eternal I.For all the grasses rustling at your feetAnd every...
View ArticleThe Summer Day
Who made the world?Who made the swan, and the black bear?Who made the grasshopper?This grasshopper, I mean-the one who has flung herself out of the grass,the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,who...
View ArticleDo not be ashamed
You will be walking some nightin the comfortable dark of your yardand suddenly a great light will shineround about you, and behind youwill be a wall you never saw before.It will be clear to you...
View ArticleUnwittingly
I've visited the placewhere thought begins:pear trees suspended in sunlight, narrow shops,alleys to nothingbut nettlesand broken wars;and though it might look differentto you:a seaside town, with steep...
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The Fly
Little FlyThy summer's play,My thoughtless handHas brush'd away.Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?For I danceAnd drink & sing;Till some blind handShall brush my wing.If thought...
View ArticleEcrit après la visite d'un bagne
Chaque enfant qu'on enseigne est un homme qu'on gagne. Quatrevingt-dix voleurs sur cent qui sont au bagne Ne sont jamais allés à l'école une fois, Et ne savent pas lire, et signent d'une croix. C'est...
View ArticleThis World is not Conclusion
This World is not Conclusion.A Species stands beyond —Invisible, as Music —But positive, as Sound —It beckons, and it baffles —Philosphy — don't know —And through a Riddle, at the last —Sagacity, must...
View ArticleThe Man with the Trumpet
I stated it as definitely as I could. I was in a room with them.They had tongues like me, and hair and eyes.I got up out of my chair and said it as definitely as I could.Their eyes wavered. Something...
View ArticleGuillaume de Machaut Foy Porter, Honneur Garder
Foy porter, honneur garderI want to stay faithful, guard your honor,Et pais querir, oubeirSeek peace, obeyDoubter, servir, et honnourerFear, serve and honor you,Vous vueil jusques au morirUntil...
View ArticleWHEN I MET MY MUSE
I glanced at her and took my glassesoff — they were still singing. They buzzedlike a locust on the coffee table and thenceased. Her voice belled forth, and thesunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch,...
View ArticleIn Response to a Question
The earth says have a place, be what that placerequires; hear the sound the birds implyand see as deep as ridges go behindeach other. (Some people call their scenery flat,their only picture framed by...
View ArticleThe Place I Want to Get Back To
The place I want to get back tois wherein the pinewoodsin the moments betweenthe darknessand first lighttwo deercame walking down the hilland when they saw methey said to each other, okay,this one is...
View ArticleBurden
I was never a wild child 'til you untamed meA cold-blooded creature, 'til you enflamed meBashful and self-contained, 'til you unashamed meNobody, nobody, nobody 'til you named me(Chorus)Now you are the...
View ArticleBy the graveyard, Luskentyre
From behind the wall death sends out messagesThat all mean the same, that are easy to understand.But who can interpret the blue-green wavesThat never stop talking, shouting, wheedling?Messages...
View ArticlePOSSIBILITIES
I prefer movies.I prefer cats.I prefer the oaks along the Warta.I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.I prefer myself liking peopleto myself loving mankind.I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just...
View ArticleThe Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I...
View ArticleThe Laughing Heart
your life is your lifedon’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.be on the watch.there are ways out.there is a light somewhere.it may not be much light butit beats the darkness.be on the watch.the...
View ArticleO that Abstract Garden
O that abstract garden of beingTells me to be brave, and clear, In the fire of living, And in the journey through the year. So I will grow me like an oak tree And make life’s honey like a bee. Each day...
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Overheard on a Saltmarsh
Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?Give them me.No.Give them me. Give them me.No.Then I will howl all night in the reeds,lie in the mud and howl for...
View ArticleBluebird
there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I'm not goingto let anybody seeyou.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I pour...
View ArticleI do not love you ...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love...
View ArticleValentine
ValentineNot a red rose or a satin heart.I give you an onion.It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.It promises lightLike the careful undressing of love.Here.It will blind you with tearslike a lover.It...
View ArticleTo Xia
To XiaMy dear,I'll never give up the struggle for freedom from the oppressors'jail, but I'll be your willing prisoner for life.I'm your lifelong prisoner, my loveI want to live in your dark...
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