Tag Archives: Hope

TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE

I who am dead a thousand years ………And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers ………The way I shall not pass along.

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MELODY

Like a knife in a fruit Causes a sliding harm, Her melodies sweet lute Splits hearts that in calm Tender harm transmute. — An iridescent slowing In arpeggios, in chords, Dives, sharp and cunning, To the weakness of hoards, Our … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – V

There is plenty of metaphysics about not thinking of anything. What do I think of the World? I do not know what I think of the World! If I got sick I would think about it. What idea do I … Continue reading

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FRAGMENTS OF HER WORDS

The lost fragments of her words Find ways to speak beyond time Moving those who see and hear Towards their searching souls. In hearing and seeing without, Within becomes a turmoil in the Unknown pull towards something, Found only in … Continue reading

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THE WAY IT IS: OUR VOCATION

With thanks to William Stafford “Your job is to find what the world is trying to be.” Of time and place there is nothing better Than to absorb tenderly her offering, which Transforms with the light in a soundscape Of … Continue reading

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