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(photographs: Tom Davis)


Wednesday, April 18, 2018Friday, August 29, 2014

 

tree

 

 

 

 

 

a tree

 

God
is a tree
said Kabir
a tree in the forest;
when the woodsmen come
to cut Him down
He will not defend Himself
He will not shame them.

And God, he said,
is the earth
an endless wonder
that allows Himself
to be ruined by us
but He weeps
yes, he weeps
but only in front of close friends.

And God is that animal
endlessly beautiful
that someone, somewhere
is beating, is hurting
but not even that
can make God break
his silence, and say
why?
for God's sake, why
are you doing this to Me?

The humility of God
is endless, endless
said Kabir
and wept.

 

Kabir, retranslated by Tom Davis

 

 

 

 

 


Tuesday, April 17, 2018

 

amazed

 

 

 

 

 

wondering



I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.
Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders,
I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.



from Walt Whitman, Song of myself

 

 

 

 

 


 

Monday, April 16, 2018

 

cushions

 

 

 


cushions

 

Love, the world
Suddenly turns, turns color.

There is a green in the air,
Soft, delectable.
It cushions me lovingly.


From Sylvia Plath, Letter in November


 

 

 


 

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