Saturday, July 7, 2018

Flight



"When the time of sorrow is come?
They will take the goat's path, and the fox's home,
Fleeing from the foreign faces and the foreign swords."

from A Song for Simeon
by T.S. Eliot


Storm coming?



"And beyond such a river, this ritual night
think of the summer weather questioning the corn
contoured for the rain, while the lightning crawls,
and a face like a news event approaches the world."

from Interlude
by William Stafford

Tuesday, July 3, 2018


"The stories you remember feel like mirrors,
And rereading them like leafing through your life at a certain age,
As though the years were pages."


from A Private Singularity
by John Koethe

full poem available here





Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Pelicans in the far slough?? Or dreams?


"These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."

                           the Tempest

Tuesday, June 26, 2018



"What's past is prologue"
                                   The Tempest

Sunday, June 24, 2018


"You find it in yourself: the ways that led inexorably from
Home to here are simply stories now, leading nowhere anymore;
The wilderness they led through is the space behind a door
Through which a sentence flows, following a map in the heart.
Along the way the self that you were born with turns into
The self that you created, but they come together at the end,"

from A Private Singularity
by John Koethe

full poem available here


Wednesday, June 20, 2018

We took a 30 km drive yesterday and the spotty tent caterpillar
damage extended the entire way. The worms themselves, as 
they are call here are either webbed up or drying out, it has been 
quite hot. 

Now for something a bit more cheerful



 “DUCKS’ DITTY.”

All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!

Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!

Slushy green undergrowth
Where the roach swim—
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim.

Everyone for what he likes!
We like to be
Heads down, tails up,
Dabbling free!

High in the blue above
Swifts whirl and call—
We are down a-dabbling
Up tails all!

Wind in the Willows