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Stillness and poetry
Jan. 1st, 2018 10:07 amIn the quiet house, I was able to start my day reading poetry.
Glorious luxury.
Jan. 1st, 2018
After Reading Lucretius, I Go to the Pond – Mary Oliver
The slippery green frog
that went to his death
in the heron's pink throat
was my small brother,
and the heron
with the white plumes
like a crown on his head
who is washing now his great sword-beak
in the shining pond
is my tall thin brother.
My heart dresses in black
and dances,
Aaargh! My roommate's returning a day early. After nine days to myself, I'd just, finally!, gotten into the deeply relaxed zone and now I have less than a full day to enjoy it.
On the plus side, Emma the dog won't be alone all day tomorrow when I return to work.
Edited later: Oooh, and we can let Emma zoom around in the yard tonight! (Since she's Kat's dog, I don't like to let her off the leash unless Kat is there.)
On the plus side, Emma the dog won't be alone all day tomorrow when I return to work.
Edited later: Oooh, and we can let Emma zoom around in the yard tonight! (Since she's Kat's dog, I don't like to let her off the leash unless Kat is there.)