Thursday, March 31, 2005
Soothing words
In memory, that felt recall of all our long-gone here-and-nows,
what matters is what matter is: the palpable presence
of the palpable present,
the perfect flawfulness of the unabsolute
held.
Nick Bozanic in The Yale Review
A thrush, because I'd been wrong,
Burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.
Richard Wilbur
Ah, the minutes twinkle in and out
And in and out come and go
One by one, none by none,
What we know, what we don't know.
Laura Riding
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