by Beth on September 5, 2010
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone, and that’s where I renew my springs that never dry up. – Pearl Buck I have noticed that more and more people seem to find it impossible to unplug, to allow silence, and to be alone with themselves. This is very sad, and is tied, [...]
by Beth on September 4, 2010
For Mark (1950-2002) Heron Rises From The Dark, Summer Pond by Mary Oliver So heavy is the long-necked, long-bodied heron, always it is a surprise when her smoke-colored wings open and she turns from the thick water, from the black sticks of the summer pond, and slowly rises into the air and is gone. Then, [...]
by Beth on August 29, 2010
Scraps of Moon by Denise Levertov (1923-1997) from This Great Unknowing Scraps of moon bobbing discarded on broken water but sky-moon complete, transcending all violation Here she seems to be talking to herself about the shape of a life: Only Once All which, because it was flame and song and granted us joy, we thought [...]
by Beth on August 8, 2010
Sunset Rainer Maria Rilke Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colours which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you, one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth, leaving you, not really belonging to either, not so helplessly dark as that house [...]
THE LORDS OF SHADOW by Fiona MacLeod (William Sharp) Where the water whispers mid the shadowy rowan-trees I have heard the Hidden People like the hum of swarming bees: And when the moon has risen and the brown burn glisters grey I have seen the Green Host marching in laughing disarray. Dalua then must sure [...]
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches — and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies. If it is your [...]
Please remember: poetry is meant to be read aloud! EARTH YOUR DANCING PLACE by the glorious May Swenson Beneath heaven’s vault remember always walking through halls of cloud down aisles of sunlight or through high hedges of the green rain walk in the world highheeled with swirl of cape hand at the swordhilt of your [...]
My morning started off pretty rough, being awakened by the cries of a fawn and so finding its tiny sister or brother dead by our creek. Then, as I wandered back to the house, I discovered that, despite hours of work putting up ugly chicken wire cages, some animal keeps coming in the night; last [...]
The First Roots Creep Up* by Deena Metzger (Healer, poet, novelist, playwright, b. 1936) I am learning to come upon the tree, slowly, to surprise it for the song its memorizing. The water runs up, the sap runs down and the tree chant knows the difference. The water has lived in the dark places, knows [...]
Song of Beltane by Caitlin Matthews I am the calm, I am the quickening, I am the intoxication and the force, I am the silence, I am the singer, I am the stallion galloping to its source. I am the bright pavilion and the feasting, I am the wedding couple and the bed, I am [...]