World Poetry Day—some lines and phrases linger for seconds, others for hours, and a few for lifetimes.
We look up at the stars, the steady soundOf the wind turning the night like a ceiling fan.This is our home.
I know too – without statistics – that right now Schubert is being played
in some room over there and that for someone the notes are
more real than anything else.
[…] The silence
continues, deep and neutral,
as I stand there, loving you.
Eight million Shinto deities
Travel secretly throughout the earth.
Those modest gods touch us–
Touch us and move on.
oh be unlikely forever
(W.S. Merwin; To the Unlikely Event)
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind
(Edna St. Vincent Millay; Dirge Without Music)