this is what i have to do
The other day I met a poet/publisher at the bar. He was quite an interesting character, but knew some good stuff about poetry, including introducing me to this guy:
From Blossoms
Li-Young Lee
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the joy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
Anyway, Christmas went well. My cousins, Roarke and Colin, came into town, which is always awesome. Those boys are my favorite. Roarke left yesterday, but Colin is here all week. We're going snowboarding a few times. :)
I've been a little out of it this holiday season, and not been on top of things, unfortunately. I don't know. And holy hell, I do NOT want to go back to school! AAH!
From Blossoms
Li-Young Lee
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the joy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
Anyway, Christmas went well. My cousins, Roarke and Colin, came into town, which is always awesome. Those boys are my favorite. Roarke left yesterday, but Colin is here all week. We're going snowboarding a few times. :)
I've been a little out of it this holiday season, and not been on top of things, unfortunately. I don't know. And holy hell, I do NOT want to go back to school! AAH!