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"What We Need Is Here" by Wendell Berry
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here. -
"Sunday Morning" by Wallace Stevens
A longer poem today.
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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug, mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe,
( As a calm darkens among water-lights. ) -
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It's been a while since I posted this one.
(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)
× I miss somebody right now. (Not really 'missing' anyone, but there are a few people I'd dearly love to see again.)
✓ I don't watch much TV these days.
✓ I own lots of books. (Rather, I think they might own me.)
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"The Light of The Beloved" by Moulana Shah Maghsoud
The light of the beloved rises from the horizon of my heart,
Drink from the cup, you the owners of sight.
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I hadn't planned to post this meme, but the results are wonderful. Sorry, Buffy Rassilon. ( Sitcom Meme ) -
Two Thoughts
You must decide for yourself how you should live in this world. Like a flower seeking light, we each go where we find our best sustenance. Yet in reaching out - free as we are - we have to be careful not to lose more than can ever be gained ( Read more... ) -
Three Things to Remember by William Blake
A Robin Redbreast in a cage,
Puts all Heaven in a rage.
A skylark wounded on the wing
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men. -
Happy Bonfire Night.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and ( Read more... ) -
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...continuing from here.
Lan finds a nice couch and settles down, "Now, this story doesn't take place all that long ago. Only a few years back, really. It was the fifties and 'modernization' was slowly coming to all parts of Britain. Even up on the moors. Have you ever seen that part of the world? Not exactly God-forsaken; he just took a little ( Read more... ) -
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I do not think I will post any poetry today. Maybe it's the weather or the shortening days, but I keep being tempted by Akhmatova and I know that will do me no good.