Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Alive...moving in grace and liberty...floating lighter than a feather...dancing in the morning light
Alive...moving in grace and liberty...floating lighter than a feather...dancing in the morning light
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Forget roadside crossings.
Go nowhere with guns.
Go elsewhere your own way,
lonely and wanting. Or
stay and be early:
next to deep woods
inhabit old orchards.
All clearings promise.
Sunrise is good,
and fog before sun.
Expect nothing always;
find your luck slowly.
Wait out the windfall.
Take your good time
to learn to read ferns;
make like a turtle:
downhill toward slow water.
Instructed by heron,
drink the pure silence.
Be compassed by wind.
If you quiver like aspen
trust your quick nature:
let your ear teach you
which way to listen.
You've come to assume
protective color; now
colors reform to
new shapes in your eye.
You've learned by now
to wait without waiting;
as if it were dusk
look into light falling:
in deep relief
things even out. Be
careless of nothing. See
what you see.
How to See Deer
(Philip Booth)
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Poetry
Amor
quando os instantes de amanhã se acumulam nas
paredes da casa, eu rasgo as páginas onde te escrevo,
porque sei que tudo será desnecessário, tudo será
frágil. quando imagino o sol que não sei se poderei ver,
esqueço as paredes e,
com tanta força,
quero que sejas feliz.
(José Luís Peixoto - A Casa, a Escuridão)
Sunday, March 08, 2009
The Heart of a Woman
The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home.
The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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