And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening
is the real work.
Maybe the world, without us,
is the real poem.
...Would it be better to sit in silence?
To think everything, to feel everything, to say nothing?
This is the way of the orange gourd.
This is the habit of the rock in the river, over which
the water pours all night and all day.
But the nature of man is not the nature of silence.
Words are the thunders of the mind.
I've been reading The leaf and the cloud by Mary Oliver, and finding it good going.
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i don't actually own any of her books. what is wrong with me?
"Maybe the world, without us,
is the real poem."
Ohhhhhhhhh. Happy sigh. I need to write that down immediately.
p.s. Lucy is definitely the best dog in the world! :)
thank you for this post! it was delightful.
not familiar with her work...
but it reminds me of frederick by leo lionni (children's book). he collects words too...
brittany ~ nothing is wrong with you! :) I don't own any of here books either, but have been getting some from the library. getting to know her stuff little by little. we can't do everything at once!
elizabeth! don't let atlas look over you shoulder as you are tying such heresies!
amy ~ you're very welcome :)
chad ~ I'll check that book out ~ thank you for the recommendation.
I own 'Dream Work' so far. The rest are, like yours, from the library. I picked up 'Swan' from there yesterday...and immediately thought of you when I read this from 'Of Time' :
Don't even ask how rapidly the hummingbird lives his life.
You can't imagine. A thousand flowers a day,
a little sleep, then the same again, then
he vanishes.
I adore him.
I don't know how she does it....her poems seem so simple, but....
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