INTO OCTOBER These must be the colors of returning the leaves darkened now but staying on into the bronzed morning among the seed heads and the dry stems and the umbers of October the secret season that appears on its own a recognition without sound long after the day when I stood in its light [...]
Archive for the ‘WS Merwin’ Category
“All but hidden in a tangle…”
Posted in Friends, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, WS Merwin on October 27, 2009 | 4 Comments »
“Here at this moment…”
Posted in Dad, Family, Photography, Poems, Poetry, WS Merwin on October 27, 2009 | 2 Comments »
The two Zen Masters in my life sharing a moment and some Pepperidge Farm Goldfish Snacks. My father and my grandson. Both so completely in the present. Both entirely captivated by the here and now. Each living his own koan practice. My father posits, “When did I get here?” And, “How long will I stay?” [...]
“Who discovered zero…”
Posted in Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wholeness, WS Merwin on May 25, 2009 | 4 Comments »
LAKE SHORE IN HALF LIGHT There is a question I want to ask and I can’t remember it I keep trying to I know it is the same question it has always been in fact I seem to know almost everything about it all that reminds me of it leading to the lake shore at [...]
“About the heart…”
Posted in Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wholeness, WS Merwin on May 21, 2009 | 1 Comment »
TO THIS MAY They know so much more now about the heart we are told but the world still seems to come one at a time one day one year one season and here it is spring once more with its birds nesting in the holes in the walls its morning finding the first time [...]
“This heaven…”
Posted in Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, WS Merwin on December 15, 2008 | 1 Comment »
JUST THIS When I think of the patience I have had back in the dark before I remember or knew it was night until the light came all at once at the speed it was born to with all the time in the world to fly through not concerned about ever arriving and then the [...]
“Saying thank you…”
Posted in Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wholeness, WS Merwin on August 19, 2008 | 3 Comments »
LISTEN with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridge to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water looking out in different directions [...]
“Nowhere I had to go…”
Posted in Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Russell Edson, Wholeness, Writing, WS Merwin on October 4, 2007 | 1 Comment »
“I think there’s a kind of desperate hope built into poetry. … One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there’s still time.” W.S. Merwin’s 80th birthday was on Sunday, September 30. I’ve been reading his memoir, Unframed Originals in addition to lots of his poetry. [...]
“In the time of pain…”
Posted in Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wholeness, Writing, WS Merwin on September 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Lately, I’ve been reading W.S. Merwin’s memoir, Unframed Originals. It is both humorous and frightening–a Guernica-like portrait of a family with a disjointed, empty history. The reader learns as much by what is left out as by what is written. It leaves me hungry and nostalgic…wondering more and more about the people I come from. [...]
“Altars of gratitude and abundance…”
Posted in Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wholeness, Writing, WS Merwin on September 11, 2007 | 1 Comment »
This morning I receive a text message: Today is 9-11. Thousands of people lost loved ones. I hope to God I never lose you. Send to people you can’t live without. I am filled with gratitude. Gratitude for those I’ve lost and for those who remain…and for those who are being born. Gratitude for all [...]
“Tireless traveler…”
Posted in Dad, Family, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wholeness, Writing, WS Merwin on July 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
His memory hangs loose. He can’t believe it when I tell him he’s retired. “Then why am I still working and why did you let me do all that traveling?” He just can’t get his mind around where he is and why. He’s agitated and restless; looking for cigarettes even though he hasn’t smoked since [...]
