Yay, the 4th, rah-rah-rah

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"The ticking of the script     calibrating oblivion." This one line is an apt description of life in the 21st century. To name jus...

Winter solstice

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This is maybe my very favorite, most hopeful day of the year when the year's light-tide turns. We started the day, lighting only candles...

Love life in a form that is not your own

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  This passage from Rlke is so touching as his 150th birthday just recently swept by on Dec. 4. "The space around you is beginning to g...

Finding the answer Yes

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  To Tanya Our household for the time made right, All right around us on the hill For time and for this time, tonight, Two kernels folded in...

Hello again

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Why, hello there!   I recentely read that we forget 90% of the things we read. I can definitively concur, considering my parental afliction ...

Fire

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  Fire a woman can’t survive by her own breath alone she must know the voices of mountains she must recognize the foreverness of blue sky sh...

a pair

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"L ately I’ve been writing poems in conversation with / in opposition to each other."     via { Ben Gucciardi }

the moment

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THE MOMENT We passed the ice of pain And came to a dark ravine, And there we sang with the sea: The wide, the bleak abyss Shifted with our s...

hour of lead remembered

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AFTER GREAT PAIN, A FORMAL FEELING COMES – (372) After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The st...

No feeling is final

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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyo...

did I miss anything?

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What I wish I could say to my students when they argue with me about stupid transactional things like their grades late homework assignments...

Stiller Freund

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Stiller Freund der vielen Fernen, fühle, wie dein Atem noch den Raum vermehrt. Im Gebälk der finstern Glockenstühle laß dich läuten. Das, wa...

I, too.

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  I, Too I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, An...