Monthly Archives: December 2010

Journal entry 12-27-10

Close the language door and open the love window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.

–Rumi

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A Winters Day

It’s warm this winter morning–
too warm.
Down by the river,
the sky is full of bright blue sucker holes
with no hint of the deluge
to come.

Still,
it is a lovely sky
with great low mounds of
gunmetal gray clouds
tufted with bright patches
of promise,
sewn there to winter over
like hard red wheat.

Today, I will believe what
in the sun I loved
and watch the sand runnels
form like tubers on the beach
waiting to hold the sky
and take it seaward.

Wealth and Democracy

“We can have democracy in this country, or we can have great wealth concentrated in the hands of a few, but we can’t have both.”

–Justice Louis Brandeis (1856-1941)

The Job of the Poet

“The job of the poet is not to wait until the cry gathers in the throat.”

–Archibald MacLeish

Journal Entry 12-7-10

I am looking forward to reading Mark Twain’s newly released autobiography the way some people wait breathlessly for the new Lady Gaga album. In fact, they are both American icons, one a distiller of wit, the other a master of the put on. If taste is in the mouth as much as it is in the eye, both offer a meal for the senses. I believe Mr. Twain will stick to the ribs long after Ms. Gaga has left the body.

When You Are Old

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

–William Butler Yeats