Poetry
I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then? I do not ask for any more delight.
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When the workman has enough to do, he stops. If he does not stop, he will be wearied.
When he has enough to use, he puts it away. If he does not put it away, he will be harmed.
When there is enough, stopping is fitting; to go on beyond this is confusion.
On Litanies
“The Butterfly’s brain,
the size of a grain of salt,
guides her to Mexico.”
-Jim Harrison
the size of a grain of salt,
guides her to Mexico.”
-Jim Harrison
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I had my existence. I was there.
Me in place and the place in me.
Me in place and the place in me.
I had my existence. I was there. Me in place and the place in me.
Seamus Heaney
The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain
Barking
Barking - Jim Harrison