Gabriela Mistral – 1889-1957 translated by Ursula K. Le Guin When I’m walking, everythingon earth gets upand stops me and whispers to me,and what they tell me is their story. And the people walkingon the road leave me their stories,I pick them up where they fellin cocoons of silken thread. Stories run through my bodyor … [Read more…]
There are other things that she could say to me, things I will never hear. I doubt that many mothers say these things to their daughters. Maybe it would be like telling your daughter the truth about the pain of childbirth. They try to protect us, even when we’re middle-aged. So I must supply the … [Read more…]
“I was not at home very much at all. Don’t you remember?” I’m quiet and at a loss for a moment, then I ask, suddenly shy, “Did you love him?”“Of course.” She is looking down at her hands. “Inordinately, foolishly,” she whispers, then looks up at me. “But that is the way people should be … [Read more…]
she comes back to tell me she’s gone. as if i didn’t know that. as if i didn’t know my own bed. as if i’d never noticed the way she brushed her hair from her forehead.
My life closed twice before its close– It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. – Emily Dickinson
if strangers meetlife begins-not poor not rich(only aware)kind neithernor cruel(only complete)i not not younot possible;only truthful-truthfully,onceif strangers(whodeep our most areselves)touch:forever (and so to dark) (by ee cummings)
you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever …..and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as … [Read more…]
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose … [Read more…]
1 4 5 7E A B DC F G BbD G A CG C D F {verse}[1]I am an old [4]woman [1]named after my [4]mother[1]My old man is [4]another [5]child that’s grown [1]old[1]If dreams were [4]lightning [1]thunder were [4]desire[1]This old house would have [4]burnt down a [5]long time a[1]go {chorus}[1]Make me an [7]angel that [4]flies … [Read more…]
I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned (idea) by LaggedyAnne (30.3 min) (print) ? 6 C!s Fri Dec 24 2004 at 18:46:58 This is not a story about love, or loss, or longing. None of those “L” words. In fact … [Read more…]