do your best.
it's the only way.
the questions as much as the answers
will become for you
Don't turn awayUp in the low crotch of a tree,Don't turn away by *antonfrost
the child that I was
touches a robin's nest
now that the eggs are gone.
I wait for him in the grass,
to help him down.
He keeps saying,
"wonder has not gone from you.
don't turn away.
it is all coming back.
the colors are washing up
on the sand."
He can see the water from where he stands
and I can tell
from the way he is touching the tree bark
with one hand
and the stray wickers of the nest
with the other
that waves are crashing.
I can't stop looking at him.
There was so much yellow
in my hair back then.
Keep goingHaving doneKeep going by *antonfrost
the right thing
does not exempt you
from doing the right thing
formif absolutes result in cancellation,form by *antonfrost
it is their absence.
if the mathematics of odds truly never end,
it is the presence and the proof of the possible.
it is the magnetism between parts.
it is the absence between cause and effect.
where a collision is the impossibility of objects occupying
the same space,
it is that space's silence.
real lifebetween time-lapses,real life by *antonfrost
a hankering for the smell of wood-smoke
on all my clothes.
between the glass doorknob
and the lake,
that fall from me like a handful of rings.
whatever real life is,
it threads shoelaces between trees
and there is no becoming lost.
i go walking through the woods--
partly because the accounts of Paul's blinding all strike me as actual,
i want to be truthful toward whatever i really am.
between two cedars,
an irresistible half-light.
i want to trace the lemon's nub
back to God, whether or not
God has soured.
i cannot stop looking into the sky.
until now i have never noticed the cashew-
illuminationas the light begins to failillumination by *antonfrost
as all that should be saved
sadness walks up
the gentlest dog you could imagine
walks up to you
not at the same time
as the light
but just long enough before
that illumination comes
as it always does
with a cost
literarywhat you long forliterary by *antonfrost
what i long for
but the courage it takes
to say what comes instead of these things
is not in you.
|"Only the poet can validate him- or herself. There is no other reference or judgment that can give more than an opinion. Opinions are rightly and generously the response an art may depend upon, but they do not determine what it is or can be."|
--From "Reflections on Whitman in Age" by Robert Creeley
|"Human beings do not live forever, Reuven. We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity. So it may be asked what value is there to a human life. There is so much pain in the world. What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye?...I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant. Do you understand what I am saying? A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life. It is hard work to fill one's life with meaning."|