Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving ( Read more... )

The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the pale blue walls of this room,
bouncing from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.

No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly ( Read more... )

I need to start with a clean slate.

The source of my username is "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe. At least that's where I found the delicious word 'nepenthe'.

nepenthe 1. A drink, potion, or drug bringing, or supposed to bring, forgetfulness of trouble or grief; nepenthes. arch.
From the Oxford English Dictionary, 2003.

So forget your troubles and grief ( Read more... )