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FEAR OF THE FUTURE In the end one simply withdraws From others and time, one’s own time, Becoming an imaginary Everyman Inhabiting a few rooms, personifying The urge to tend one’s garden, A character of no strong attachments Who made nothing happen, and to whom Nothing ever actually happened—a fictitious Man whose life was [...] THE FAITH The sea so deep and blind The sun, the wild regret The club, the wheel, the mind, O love, aren’t you tired yet? The blood, the soil, the faith These words you can’t forget Your vow, your holy place O love, aren’t you tired yet? A cross on every hill A star, a [...] Once again, it’s that time of year … time to sit back and reflect on all that I am thankful for. I continue to rediscover my love for the bicycle, and while my mileage still isn’t where it was several years ago, I was on track to match (and likely surpass) my 2009 mileage, and [...] THEY I wondered what had happened to the chords. There was a music, they were following a pattern. It was an intention perhaps. No field but they walk in it. No place without them, any discretion is useless. They want a time, they have a time, each one in his place, an endless arrival. — [...] WORDS AND THE DIMINUTION OF ALL THINGS The brief secrets are still here, and the light has come back. The word remember touches my hand, But I shake it off and watch the turkey buzzards bank and wheel Against the occluded sky. All of the little names sink down, weighted with what is [...] TO MYSELF Even when I forget you I go on looking for you I believe I would know you I keep remembering you sometimes long ago but then other times I am sure you were here a moment before and the air is still alive around where you were and I think then I can [...] SINCE NINE—— Half past twelve. The time has quickly passed since nine o’clock when I first turned up the lamp and sat down here. I’ve been sitting without reading, without speaking. With whom should I speak, so utterly alone within this house? The apparition of my youthful body, since nine o’clock when I first turned [...] PEACE When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, [...] THE THREAD OF LIFE 1 The irresponsive silence of the land, The irresponsive sounding of the sea, Speak both one message of one sense to me: — Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand Thou too aloof bound with the flawless band Of inner solitude; we bind not thee; But who from thy self—chain shall [...] NOTHING VENTURED Nothing exists as a block and cannot be parceled up. So if nothing’s ventured it’s not just talk; it’s the big wager. Don’t you wonder how people think the banks of space and time don’t matter? How they’ll drain the big tanks down to slime and salamanders and want thanks? — Kay [...] |
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