I measure time by how a body sways.
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See above; I don't think I can express that more effectively now than I did then. And every once in a while, we need to be reminded of what it is we believe, the constitution of what we use to stitch our souls together.
For
Love Poem
by Robert Bly
When we are in love, we love the grass,
And the barns, and the lightpoles,
And the small mainstreets abandoned all night.
*
For
You playmates of mine
by Rainer Maria Rilke
You playmates of mine in the scattered parks of the city,
Small friends from a childhood of long ago;
How we found and liked one another, hesitantly,
And, like the lamb with the talking scroll,
Spoke with our silence. When we were filled with joy,
It belonged to no one: it was simply there.
And how it dissolved among all the adults who passed by
And in the fears of the endless year.
Wheels rolled past us, we stood and stared at the carriages;
Houses surrounded us, solid but untrue-and none
Of them ever knew us. What in that world was real?
Nothing. Only the balls. Their magnificent arches.
Not even the children…But sometimes one,
Oh a vanishing one, stepped under the plummeting ball.
In memoriam Egon von Rilke
Tr. Stephen Mitchell
*
For somewhere
A Blessing
by James Wright
Just off the Highway to Rochester, Minnesota
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
*
c'mon people now: smile on your brother. everybody get together, gotta love one another right now.
See above; I don't think I can express that more effectively now than I did then. And every once in a while, we need to be reminded of what it is we believe, the constitution of what we use to stitch our souls together.
For
Love Poem
by Robert Bly
When we are in love, we love the grass,
And the barns, and the lightpoles,
And the small mainstreets abandoned all night.
*
For
You playmates of mine
by Rainer Maria Rilke
You playmates of mine in the scattered parks of the city,
Small friends from a childhood of long ago;
How we found and liked one another, hesitantly,
And, like the lamb with the talking scroll,
Spoke with our silence. When we were filled with joy,
It belonged to no one: it was simply there.
And how it dissolved among all the adults who passed by
And in the fears of the endless year.
Wheels rolled past us, we stood and stared at the carriages;
Houses surrounded us, solid but untrue-and none
Of them ever knew us. What in that world was real?
Nothing. Only the balls. Their magnificent arches.
Not even the children…But sometimes one,
Oh a vanishing one, stepped under the plummeting ball.
In memoriam Egon von Rilke
Tr. Stephen Mitchell
*
For somewhere
A Blessing
by James Wright
Just off the Highway to Rochester, Minnesota
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
*
c'mon people now: smile on your brother. everybody get together, gotta love one another right now.