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… Read More »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… Read More »Try to Praise the Mutilated World
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… Read More »The Little Stone
“Let it come / like wildflowers, / suddenly, because the field / must have it: wildpeace.” –from “Wildpeace” by Yehuda Amichai, translated by Chana Bloch.… Read More »Wildpeace
I mount and ride out of the map into a tangle of stars. From “Riding a Koan,” by Virginia Hamilton Adair Image by ESA/Hubble Mnemosyne… Read More »Riding a Koan
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