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“Help me to be in the world for no purpose at all except for the joy of sunlight and rain.
Keep me close to the edge, where everything wild begins.”
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Keep me close to the edge, where everything wild begins.”
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“Smelling A Stone In The Middle Of Winter
I can't remember
What gravel and weeds look like.
This little stone becomes important
And starts to act big.
I expect it to orbit the kitchen stove
Any minute now.
Near my nose
It gets
Bigger and bigger
Until it's a mountain
I'm lost on.
This stone is different
Than the stone that grinds me down
All day
At work.
This stone
Smells like the inside of your dress
On a spring afternoon.
It's the hard feeling in my stomach
When I'm talking nonsense to you.
This stone is so inviting
Everyone wants to walk right into it
And become a fossil.”
― The Heron With No Business Sense
I can't remember
What gravel and weeds look like.
This little stone becomes important
And starts to act big.
I expect it to orbit the kitchen stove
Any minute now.
Near my nose
It gets
Bigger and bigger
Until it's a mountain
I'm lost on.
This stone is different
Than the stone that grinds me down
All day
At work.
This stone
Smells like the inside of your dress
On a spring afternoon.
It's the hard feeling in my stomach
When I'm talking nonsense to you.
This stone is so inviting
Everyone wants to walk right into it
And become a fossil.”
― The Heron With No Business Sense
“We examine each day before us with barely a glance and say, no, this isn't the one I've been looking for.”
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―
“The Life of a Day
Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has its own personality quirks which can easily be seen if you look closely. but there are so few days as compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it would be surprising if a day were not a hundred times more interesting than most people. But usually they just pass, mostly unnoticed, unless they are wildly nice, like autumn ones full of red maple trees and hazy sunlight, or if they are grimly awful ones in a winter blizzard that kills the lost traveler and bunches of cattle. For some reason we like to see days pass, even though most of us claim we don't want to reach our last one for a long time. We examine each day before us with barely a glance and say, no, this isn't one I've been looking for, and wait in a bored sort of way for the next, when, we are convinced, our lives will start for real. Meanwhile, this day is going by perfectly well-adjusted, as some days are, with the right amounts of sunlight and shade, and a light breeze scented with a perfume made from the mixture of fallen apples, corn stubble, dry oak leaves, and the faint odor of last night's meandering skunk.”
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Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has its own personality quirks which can easily be seen if you look closely. but there are so few days as compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it would be surprising if a day were not a hundred times more interesting than most people. But usually they just pass, mostly unnoticed, unless they are wildly nice, like autumn ones full of red maple trees and hazy sunlight, or if they are grimly awful ones in a winter blizzard that kills the lost traveler and bunches of cattle. For some reason we like to see days pass, even though most of us claim we don't want to reach our last one for a long time. We examine each day before us with barely a glance and say, no, this isn't one I've been looking for, and wait in a bored sort of way for the next, when, we are convinced, our lives will start for real. Meanwhile, this day is going by perfectly well-adjusted, as some days are, with the right amounts of sunlight and shade, and a light breeze scented with a perfume made from the mixture of fallen apples, corn stubble, dry oak leaves, and the faint odor of last night's meandering skunk.”
―
“For some reason we want to see days pass, even though most of us claim we don't care to reach our last one for a long time. We examine each days before us with barely a glance and say, no, this isn't one I've been looking for, and wait in a bored sort of way for the next one, when, we are convinced, our lives will start for real.”
― Darkness Sticks to Everything: Collected and New Poems
― Darkness Sticks to Everything: Collected and New Poems
“...The swamp has become a supermarket overnight.
A heron with no business sense
Vanishes.”
― Darkness Sticks to Everything: Collected and New Poems
A heron with no business sense
Vanishes.”
― Darkness Sticks to Everything: Collected and New Poems
