today, I woke up inside a snowglobe
freshly shaken
with pollen puffs dancing at the bend of River’s knees
and asked if from worlds away
you too,
could see the wonder of this
pinprick
glowing
in the distance
freshly shaken
with pollen puffs dancing at the bend of River’s knees
and asked if from worlds away
you too,
could see the wonder of this
pinprick
glowing
in the distance
I wanted to fill my elegy with light of all kinds. But death makes us stingy, There is nothing more to be expended on that, we think, he’s dead. Love cannot alter it. words cannot add to it. No matter how I try to evoke the starry lad her was, it remains a plain, odd history. So I began to think about history.
Anne Carson, NOX.
one dreamed of become someone. another remained awake and became.
My Fortune Cookie
think- when you speak of our weaknesses, also of the dark time that brought them forth.
bertold brecht after the flood
