Quote of the moment

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things

Dec 28, 2009

Poets Life For Me

Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, take words as our own
Dink up in the works of others
Reap the harvest they have sown
As long as we but make it rhyme

Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.
We wrap up sights and feelings
Sum them up in a few words
Paint verbal views of healings
Even show truth some time

Drink up me friends, see what I see
Imbibe thoughts from within my sphere
Devils and demons from depths dark
Dreams of nothings the seem near
Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.

Enjoy the visions that might come
Grasp at aromas and sounds you may
They are real! They are real! All!
Even if all truths otherwise say
Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.

Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.
Reality has not bearing on truth
The words do not have to all be my own
Beliefs do not requite proof
Fact does not defeat what is known
Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.
Yo Ho! Yo Ho! It’s a poet’s life for me.


G - Dec '09
Posted by Gooseman at 2:41 PM

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