Tuesday, January 1, 2019
URSULA K. LE GUIN ~ (So Far So Good)
Theodora
I think how fine my mother was.
Her doings and her things were lovable.
Her turquoise bracelets, her violet
dinner dress with a jeweled waist.
The way when she was undressing
she'd go around with her nylons unhitched.
I think of all this now with tenderness
and comfort in the recollection.
Oh I was so angry at her when she died
for dying, but at last that's gone
and she comes to me again with silver
and turquoise on her wrists
in the sunlight.
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So Far So Good
Ursula K. Le Guin
Final Poems 2014-2018
Copper Canyon Press
Monday, December 31, 2018
HEAVEN LAKE (14) ~
Steps
Life
is
but
an
ad
just
The Face Of A Dictator
( take your pick )
All that has made you
Sick in the past
Ambiance
Turn off everything —
Hear all the animals
Again
Tipi
Bean poles
Branch the
Moonlight
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Bob Arnold
Heaven Lake
Longhouse 2018
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Saturday, December 29, 2018
Friday, December 28, 2018
Thursday, December 27, 2018
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
KENJI MIYAZAWA ~
If you have never laughed
or cried, and need to,
want to, go read
the stories, the poems
of Kenji Miyazawa
[ BA ]
Monday, December 24, 2018
HEAVEN LAKE (13) ~
Don’t Ask Me Where
The day we took all the back roads for the first time
And ended on many of the roads with a road that
Dwindled down to next to nothing, first returning us
To a wilder state, then grass, then a dead end was the
They've Been Told
Whenever people come
traveling down our
winding woods
river back road
they've been told
to look for a
landmark —
“a red house”
not ours but
they stop at our
red house
momentarily
lost
and we get
to visit for
a moment with
people heading
somewhere else
Pleasure
the maze built for children
a week ago is gone, taken away
but the circular grass of their
padded footsteps is here
Truck Lights
Every night and never
dusk but pitch dark a
truck comes up our dirt
back road in slow low
gear and now with mud
season we can really hear
the truck grind and I know
it is the same truck by the
string of lights on top of
the cab and I’ve let it go
past minding my own
business until it started
going by once and then
it was twice and now it is
three times and even my
wife hears the truck plowing
by very slowly at 4AM when
she normally awakens and
starts to work, rebuilding a
wood fire, finding her socks
and now I see peering out the
window as the truck passes
it may be a dump truck and
why is it going round and
round each time on the hour —
no one knows and we know no
one to ask — it’s all deep dark
woods where the truck comes
through — it’s become a world
all its own
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Bob Arnold
Heaven Lake
Longhouse 2018
Sunday, December 23, 2018
FARMER ~
Cats Blackie & Brownie
catching squirts of milk
during milking at
Arch Badertscher's dairy farm
1954
(Photos by Nat Farbman, LIFE © Time Inc.)
Labels:
Arch Badetücher,
Farming USA,
Jim Goodman,
Nat Farbman,
Wisconsin
Saturday, December 22, 2018
Friday, December 21, 2018
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