“What can I say that I have not said before?
So I’ll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinishable story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is singing still.
(from, “What Can I Say”)”
―
So I’ll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinishable story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is singing still.
(from, “What Can I Say”)”
―
“Ah you think darkness is your ally? You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!”
―
―
“No object is so ugly that, under certain conditions of light and shade, or proximity to other things, it will not look beautiful; no object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly. I believe that in every twenty-four hours what is beautiful looks ugly, and what is ugly looks beautiful, once.”
―
―
“Love never goes away
Never completely dies
Always some souvenir
Takes us by sad surprise
You went away from me,
One rose was left behind --
Pressed in my Book of Hours
That is the rose I find
Though it's another year
Though it's another me,
Under the rose is a a drying tear,
Under my linden tree
Love never goes away,
Not if it's really true
It can return, by night, by day
Tender and green and new
As the leaves from a linden tree, love,
that I left with you”
―
Never completely dies
Always some souvenir
Takes us by sad surprise
You went away from me,
One rose was left behind --
Pressed in my Book of Hours
That is the rose I find
Though it's another year
Though it's another me,
Under the rose is a a drying tear,
Under my linden tree
Love never goes away,
Not if it's really true
It can return, by night, by day
Tender and green and new
As the leaves from a linden tree, love,
that I left with you”
―
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