Tag : Poetry

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Water,9 June

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.
Dakota proverb

THE JOURNEYAbove the mountains
the geese turn into
the light againPainting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavensso you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find thatfirst, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone outsomeone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.David Whyte

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19 mai 2015. NORTH

The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,   
takes on a used-up, feather-duster look   
within a week. 


The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaign   
sends red feelers out and up and down   
to find the sun. 


Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,   
brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch   
soft to the touch 


and rank with interface of rut and rot. 
The month after the month they say is cruel   
is and is not.


BY JONATHAN GALASSI

felted sculpture by Marjolein Dallinga for bloomfelt.com

31,November 2014 ,I survived the night

Messenger
“The only way to keep a gift alive is to pass it along.”
by Mary Oliver
My work is loving the world.

Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—

          equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?

Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
          keep my mind on what matters,

which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be
          astonished.

The phoebe, the delphinium.

The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.

Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,



which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart

          and these body-clothes,

a mouth with which to give shouts of joy

          to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,

telling them all, over and over, how it is

          that we live forever.

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27 april,sunday

Immense et Rouge 

Immense et rouge  
Au-dessus du Grand Palais  
Le soleil d’hiver apparaît  
Et disparaît  
Comme lui mon coeur va disparaître  
Et tout mon sang va s’en aller  
S’en aller à ta recherche  
Mon amour  
Ma beauté  
Et te trouver  
Là où tu es. 

                                                                   Jacques Prevert

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16, february 2014,Recognition makes you curious, and then you fall open.

Beautiful poem
BY JOHN YAU
Come live with me
And we will sit
Upon the rocks
By shallow rivers
Come live with me
And we will plant acorns
In each other’s mouth
It would be our way
Of greeting the earth
Before it shoves us
Back into the snow
Our interior cavities
Brimming with
Disagreeable substances
Come live with me
Before winter stops
To use the only pillow
The sky ever sleeps on
Our interior cavities
Brimming with snow
Come live with me
Before spring
Swallows the air
And birds sing.