I am in here.
I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. IV A man and a woman Are one. A … Continue reading Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
If you’re going to drown in a river, make sure you know its name. Make sure you know its length its depth its rocks and soils and oxbows and eddies. Make sure you know the towns built up on either shore. Know their names, their languages, their countries. Know the fish and plants (red poppies … Continue reading on the banks of eth Garona, Val d'Aran
We are on our way through the Val d’Aran. Intermittent torrents and sunshine, averaging out to a cloudy day with a bit of sun. At the moment, we are at a dead stop somewhere on the narrow road to Arties, due to an accident on the way ahead. Nothing to do but to plug in … Continue reading Arties, Val d'Aran
I never knew the road From which the whole earth didn’t call away, With wild birds rounding the hill crowns, Hailing out of the heart an old dismay, Or the shore somewhere pounding its slow code, Or low-lighted towns Seeming to tell me, stay. Lands I have never seen And shall not see, loves I … Continue reading The Sirens
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