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For a moment, it didn't even register until I saw zinke's post, but... wow, it's been nine years. Nine whole years, and so much has changed and so much has remained the same.
Today, the sky is a perfect blue, the trees are still vividly green and full of leaves, and the sun seems to shine on everything... It's so beautiful to see so much life continuing and growing even out of the ashes of tragedy, and as zinke worded it so perfectly - it IS hopeful.
HUM by Ann Lauterbach
The days are beautiful
The days are beautiful.
I know what days are.
The other is weather.
I know what weather is.
The days are beautiful.
Things are incidental.
Someone is weeping.
I weep for the incidental.
The days are beautiful.
Where is tomorrow?
Everyone will weep.
Tomorrow was yesterday.
The days are beautiful.
Tomorrow was yesterday.
Today is weather.
The sound of the weather
Is everyone weeping.
Everyone is incidental.
Everyone weeps.
The tears of today
Will put out tomorrow.
The rain is ashes.
The days are beautiful.
The rain falls down.
The sound is falling.
The sky is a cloud.
The days are beautiful.
The sky is dust.
The weather is yesterday.
The weather is yesterday.
The sound is weeping.
What is this dust?
The weather is nothing.
The days are beautiful.
The towers are yesterday.
The towers are incidental.
What are these ashes?
Here is the hate
That does not travel.
Here is the robe
That smells of the night
Here are the words
Retired to their books
Here are the stones
Loosed from their settings
Here is the bridge
Over the water
Here is the place
Where the sun came up
Here is a season
Dry in the fireplace.
Here are the ashes.
The days are beautiful.
Found here.
When we studied it at university, there were so many technical things that came up, her use of contrast, the double line stanza that resembled two towers... but my personal hope was to see exactly how beautiful those days can still be, and how much life can still rise up from it, so here it is: The days are still beautiful, and there's still so much life to come.
Today, the sky is a perfect blue, the trees are still vividly green and full of leaves, and the sun seems to shine on everything... It's so beautiful to see so much life continuing and growing even out of the ashes of tragedy, and as zinke worded it so perfectly - it IS hopeful.
HUM by Ann Lauterbach
The days are beautiful
The days are beautiful.
I know what days are.
The other is weather.
I know what weather is.
The days are beautiful.
Things are incidental.
Someone is weeping.
I weep for the incidental.
The days are beautiful.
Where is tomorrow?
Everyone will weep.
Tomorrow was yesterday.
The days are beautiful.
Tomorrow was yesterday.
Today is weather.
The sound of the weather
Is everyone weeping.
Everyone is incidental.
Everyone weeps.
The tears of today
Will put out tomorrow.
The rain is ashes.
The days are beautiful.
The rain falls down.
The sound is falling.
The sky is a cloud.
The days are beautiful.
The sky is dust.
The weather is yesterday.
The weather is yesterday.
The sound is weeping.
What is this dust?
The weather is nothing.
The days are beautiful.
The towers are yesterday.
The towers are incidental.
What are these ashes?
Here is the hate
That does not travel.
Here is the robe
That smells of the night
Here are the words
Retired to their books
Here are the stones
Loosed from their settings
Here is the bridge
Over the water
Here is the place
Where the sun came up
Here is a season
Dry in the fireplace.
Here are the ashes.
The days are beautiful.
Found here.
When we studied it at university, there were so many technical things that came up, her use of contrast, the double line stanza that resembled two towers... but my personal hope was to see exactly how beautiful those days can still be, and how much life can still rise up from it, so here it is: The days are still beautiful, and there's still so much life to come.