At the Gentle Mercy of Plants

•June 23, 2009 • Leave a Comment

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I have spent much of my life looking at plants. And recently it seems that plants, with sympathy, are looking at me. I wish I could get them to look the other way. It has all to do with the memories, memories of the time when southern California was different, or the world was different, and so was I.

~ Hildegarde Flanner

Ennui

•March 30, 2009 • Leave a Comment

It’s such a
Bore
Being always
Poor.

Langston Hughes

Three Oddest Words

•March 12, 2009 • Leave a Comment

by Wislawa Szymborska

When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no nonbeing can hold.

Poem Olive Schreiner

•March 11, 2009 • Leave a Comment

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I saw a woman sleeping. In her
sleep she dreamt Life stood
before her, and held in each
hand a gift – in the one Love,
in the other Freedom. And she
said to the woman, ‘Choose!’
And the woman waited long:
and she said, ‘Freedom!’
And Life said, ‘Thou hast
well chosen. If though hadst said,
“Love,” I would have given
thee that thou didst ask for;
and I would have gone from
thee, and returned to thee no
more. Now, the day will come
when I shall return. In that
day I shall bear both gifts in
one hand.’
I heard the woman laugh in
her sleep.

Love is . . .

•January 15, 2009 • Leave a Comment

And love is the manger
And love is the star
And love is the fusion
Be it near or afar.
And love is the promise
In constancy given.
And love is the palette
That bursts from the prism.
And love is the seed
And love is the birth
And love is the fruit
From the root of dry earth.
And love is the gift
Beyond price and yet free.
And love is the candle
And love is the tree.
And love is the question
And love the reply.
The gift born in Heaven
That never can die.
And love never changes
In three, yet the whole.
And love is the vision
Of mind, heart and soul.
And love is the leper
And love is the Lord
And love is the action
Made flesh by the word.
And love is the rose
And love is the thorn
And love is the nail
And love is the crown.
And love is the alpha
The beginning and end.
And there in the midst
God chose me – a friend.

Pamela Mercy Leaf

two worlds

•January 15, 2009 • Leave a Comment

How we dwelt in two worlds
the daughters and the mothers
in the kingdom of the sons.

Adrienne Rich

The Secret

•October 9, 2008 • Leave a Comment

The Secret

by Denise Levertov

Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.

I who don’t know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me

(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even

what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,

the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can’t find,

and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that

a thousand times, till death
finds them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines

in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for

assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all.

 
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