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(photographs: Tom Davis)


Saturday, June 9, 2018

 

silver

 

 

 

 

silver



Water is heavy silver over stone.
Water is heavy silver over stone's
Refusal. It does not fall. It fills. It flows
Every crevice, every fault of the stone,
Every hollow. River does not run.
River presses its heavy silver self
Down into stone and stone refuses.

What runs,
Swirling and leaping into sun, is stone's
Refusal of the river, not the river.



Archibald MacLeish, What Any Lover Learns



 

 

 

 

 


Friday, June 8, 2018

 

morning glory

 

 

 

 

the heart of light

 

"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;"

"They called me the hyacinth girl."

Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

 

From T.S. Eliot, The waste land



 

 

 

 

 


Thursday, June 7, 2018

 

scarlet sky

 

 

 


the scarlet sky

 

when a child leaves the breast
for solid food
it does not look back
it grows

the seed is nourished by earth
then spreads towards the sun

so: taste the scarlet sky
open towards wisdom
hide no longer in yourself

you came here like a star
that had no name
enter the night sky
be one again with all
the nameless galaxies

 

Tom Davis, after Rumi, A star without a name


 

 

 


 

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