Try to Praise the Mutilated World
Praise the mutilated world and the grey feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns. From “Try to Praise the Mutilated World” by Adam Zagajewski This week’s Mnemosyne (#41)…
Praise the mutilated world and the grey feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns. From “Try to Praise the Mutilated World” by Adam Zagajewski This week’s Mnemosyne (#41)…
Jacqueline is a psychologist, a New York Times bestselling author, a yoga and writing teacher, and a dog lover (dogs are often major characters in her work). I can’t wait to talk with her on…
Emily Dickinson, Mnemosyne 40 http://tinyurl.com/a8k55ol How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears — Whose Coat of elemental Brown A passing Universe…
A few lines from a poem in response to John Sokol’s magnificent painting, Icarus Practicing: Stretch them wide as God’s first breath. From tip to tip there is no time. Just the rumbling of a…
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