I am in here.
My husband does not like to drive with me (he as passenger) over twisty mountain roads. My husband does not like to listen to the music of Miles Davis. I have decided today that these two phenomena have a common root. I’m not sure the root has a name (chaos), but I think I can … Continue reading kind of blue kind of roads.
About Francis Jammes, apropos of this poem. Also here is a good bio page. Bring your French dictionaries.
There is a hush now while the hills rise up and God is going to sleep. He trusts the ship of Heaven to take over and proceed beautifully as he lies dreaming in the lap of the world. He knows the owls will guard the sweetness of the soul in their massive keep of silence, … Continue reading Fishing in the Keep of Silence
Waking up to poetry, and the possibilities for today. Shabbat beginning at sundown, which is longer and longer off as the spring passes. I hope the daily trivia does not suck me into it, so that I end up wondering where all the time passed, and regretting. At the end of such a day, I … Continue reading days of words
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