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Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: October 10, 2021, 9:51 am
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The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry.
When despair for the world grows in me
And I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives might be
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
with grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time,
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
#Post#: 27572--------------------------------------------------
Poem
By: LesserGoddess Date: October 10, 2021, 1:09 pm
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Don't know who wrote this one.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your own bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time come to
let it go,
to let it go.
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: October 14, 2021, 5:47 pm
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Saltwater
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
-Finn Butler
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: November 21, 2021, 9:58 pm
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast
Man never is, but always to be blest
The soul, uneasy and confined from home
rests and expatiates in a life to come
Alexander Pope
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Re: Poems
By: Lurknomore Date: November 27, 2021, 11:06 pm
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[quote author=LesserGoddess link=topic=421.msg27481#msg27481
date=1633877519]
The Peace of Wild Things by Emylia Hall
When despair for the world grows in me
And I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives might be
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
with grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time,
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
[/quote]
Wendell Berry is the author. This is one of my favorites and
gives me chills.
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: November 28, 2021, 5:27 am
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[member=51]Lurknomore[/member] I have corrected that, thanks for
the info.
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Re: Poems
By: Lurknomore Date: November 28, 2021, 12:55 pm
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Lesser Goddess, thanks for starting this thread, which I just
found late last night for some reason; guess I�m behind.
(Such a positive addition, especially now!)
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Re: Poems
By: Lurknomore Date: November 30, 2021, 6:34 pm
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Not a poem per se, but lovely poetic prose.
�Going nowhere isn�t about turning your back on the world; it�s
about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world
more clearly and love it more deeply.�
― Pico Iyer, The Art of Stillness: Adventures in Going
Nowhere
Heard of this author for first time at Zoom yoga today.
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: December 2, 2021, 2:36 pm
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Half Staff by Maggie Smith
Why don't we leave
the flags at half-staff
& save ourselves
the trouble? Save
the kids in coats & hats
on flag duty in the snow.
That morning I sat
in traffic by the school,
waiting for the light
to change, & there
they were, pulling
the rope hand-over-
hand-over-hand. First
thought: do children
lowering the flag
at an elementary school
know it's for children
shot dead at another?
Then the minivan
behind me honked.
Red to green. So often
I'm reminded the body
is built for ending.
How have we not
evolved past these
temporary containers?
I mean, what a place
to keep everything.
everything! Four days
after Sandy Hook,
I walked my daughter
to her classroom,
kissed her head,
wished her happy
birthday, & sent her
inside. So often
the mind whispers
to the body, I am not
safe here, & the body
never bothers
to answer. Because
what could it say?
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Re: Poems
By: muskrat Date: December 2, 2021, 3:18 pm
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[quote author=Lurknomore link=topic=421.msg47070#msg47070
date=1638318843]
Not a poem per se, but lovely poetic prose.
�Going nowhere isn�t about turning your back on the world; it�s
about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world
more clearly and love it more deeply.�
― Pico Iyer, The Art of Stillness: Adventures in Going
Nowhere
Heard of this author for first time at Zoom yoga today.
[/quote]
Pico Iyer is awesome. He's a lovely, poetic writer.
I first read him in 1996 when a friend gave me The Lady and the
Monk: his story of working on his writing in Japan & his
friendship with a quirky Japanese woman.
He also wrote Video Night in Kathmandu (I've never gotten around
to reading it, but will do so next).
I've come across various articles he's written over the years &
I highly recommend him (thanks for reminding me!).
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