Dec 24, 2022 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
They are not searching for us yet, or, to be more precise, they are searching elsewhere for us. Probably in Arabia. And in fact we shall hear no plane until tomorrow, after abandoning our own. And that single distant flight will mean nothing to us. Black specks...
Mar 7, 2020 | Fiction, Poetry |
I will wait here in the fieldsto see how well the rainbrings on the grass.In the labor of the fieldslonger than a man’s lifeI am at home. Don’t come with me.You stay home too. I will be standing in the woodswhere the old treesmove only with the windand then with...
Nov 4, 2015 | Fiction, Poetry |
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Grass To answer—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place. Because He knows—and Do not You— And We know not— Enough for Us The Wisdom it be so— The Lightning—never asked an...
Dec 15, 2014 | Fiction, Poetry |
Now you depart, and though your way may lead Through airless forests thick with hagar trees, Through places steeped in heat, stifling and dry, Where breath comes hard, and no fresh breeze can reach – Yet may God place a shield of coolest air Between your body and the...
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction, Poetry |
do not stand at my grave and weep i am not there. i do not sleep. i am a thousand winds that blow i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain i am the gentle autumn rain. when you awaken in the morning’s bush, i am the swift uplifting...
