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(photographs: Tom Davis)

Saturday, June 9, 2018








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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