Dusk
Wrap your mantle
About us both –
I am tired too,
And cold, and full of sleep.
And keep
Your arm around me – day
Is far away
And night has not yet called us. Let us pull
The mantle closer, Dusk, O beautiful!
nature
The Search for Lost Lives – James Tate
I was chasing this blue butterfly down
the road when a car came by and clipped me.
It was nothing serious, but it angered me and
I turned around and cursed the driver who didn’t
even slow down to see if I was hurt. Then I
returned my attention to the butterfly which
was nowhere to be seen. One of the Doubleday
girls came running up the street with her toy
poodle toward me. I stopped her and asked,
“Have you seen a blue butterfly around here?”
“It’s down near that birch tree near Grandpa’s,”
she said. “Thanks,” I said, and walked briskly
toward the tree. It was fluttering from flower
to flower in Mr. Doubleday’s extensive garden,
a celestial blueness to soothe the weary heart.
I didn’t know what I was doing there. I certain-
ly didn’t want to capture it. It was like
ly didn’t want to capture it. It was like
something I had known in…
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A Stream Flowing
Now I saw a stream flowing;
Now neither bank nor bridge was seen.
Now I saw a bush in bloom;
Now neither rose nor thorn was seen.
ROBINS: 4 EGGS, 4 WEEKS
THE LAST SONG OF THE KAUAI O’O BIRD
BAT LOVE FROM JOHNNY DEPP
PATRICK WATSON (LIGHTHOUSE)
SIMPLER STATE OF BEING
“Birds are a miracle
because they prove to us there is a finer,
simpler state of being
which we may strive to attain.”
