Don’t surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Don’t surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
February 27, 2009 at 10:49 pm |
This a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.
March 2, 2009 at 12:27 am |
“…this is the silence of the world: birds shifting weight on branches, the branches squeaking against other twigs, the deer whooshing through the woods….It’s a silence where you can hear your blood in your chest, if you choose to listen.”
— Rita Dove