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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. | |
| #Post#: 29315-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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 | |
| #Post#: 44344-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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 | |
| #Post#: 45857-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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. | |
| #Post#: 45871-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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. | |
| #Post#: 45963-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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!) | |
| #Post#: 47070-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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. | |
| #Post#: 47863-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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? | |
| #Post#: 47890-------------------------------------------------- | |
| 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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