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“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”


― Ansel Adams

"Keeping Things Whole:"

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole

Mark Strand

"Oread"

Whirl up, sea-

Whirl your pointed pines.

Splash your great pines

On your rocks.

Hurl your green over us-

Cover us with your pools of fir.

Hilda Doolittle


 

The lamp said,
"Four o'clock, 
Here is the number on the door.
Memory!
You have the key,
The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair.
Mount.
The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."


The last twist of the knife.

 

from "Rhapsody On A Windy Night"  

T. S. Eliot

"The Coming of Light"



Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.

Mark Strand

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