quietly
something which is
perfect in itself
then
to praise or to encourage
seems almost like
an insult
to them or
to perfection
I just wanted to say
what I’ve said
and you and I
share something which is
beyond the words
which we arrange
upon the page
to honour
‘something understood’
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the tree shaded the poetas he wroteand as its leaves felland the year turnedthe tree wishedthat it might be rebornas a book of poemsand so it was
Those you love. Those
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Epictetus the stoic philosopher said
by disturbing you;Well, that’s me –full of righteous and unrighteous anger;on the other hand,God gets pretty hot in the O.T. –Are there different rules?After all, we both know we’re right.And don’t ask me what ‘religion’ I am, OK?Or I could get really angry…
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see, it’s wagging its tail,it will follow you anywhere,run off and come back,a perfect companion;this poemloves fun:you want to play dressing up,it’ll laugh and rush off to the attic,the basement, the dressing-up basket;this poemis serious:you want to be silent awhile,rest your head on its shoulder,it will wait for you insympathetic stillness;this poemis humble:turn it over,…
‘I play all my country and western music
your loverreturns,your dogcomes back to lifeand you cease to bean alcoholic’(Linda Smith, comedienne and humanist, died yesterday.)