Mortality
’t is a conscious winter, when the rain is bright and the stars go out . [ 1639 ]
’t is a conscious winter, when the rain is bright and the stars go out . [ 1639 ]
Family tree? How far back are you willing to go? Star? Rock? Neanderthal? . [ 1600 ]
A picture of a mountain isn’t a mountain. So with a river, a flower, and those we hate and love. Memory, too, is a kind of picture, as are words. The word mountain isn’t a mountain. But to show each other our pictures, we climb mountains and mountains of words. The memory of something that happened isn’t the happening. Maybe that’s one reason we keep fighting wars. Genocide in books […]
This body in years — sixty-six and more. But do I really know my age? Ask the universe. Look up at the stars. . [ 1578 ]
They say I can’t see the stars. But I see them all, When the dew is on. . [ 1559 ]
It’s been some time since we’ve seen the stars. First the smoke, now the clouds. But there are other ways to set our course. With smiles, thanks, and bows. . [ 1555 ]
An owl calling, a star falling, and night, the solemn magician. . [ 1542 ]
The star was a bright one. But when I got there, All I found was an old man warming his hands by a fire. It took my whole life, he said, and all of my breath, to prove I wasn’t a liar. Ever since then, I’ve felt pity for God, and questioned my own desire. . [ 1538 ]