Sun, O bearer of rays, The power of your light-substance Conjures Life out of the Earth’s Limitless rich depths. Heart, you bearer of the soul, The spirit-power of your light Conjures life from the human being’s Limitless deep inwardness. If I gaze into the sun, Her...
Blur ~ Beetlebum BeetlebumWhat you’ve doneShe’s a gunNow what you’ve doneBeetlebumGet nothing doneYou beetlebumJust get numbNow what you’ve doneBeetlebumAnd when she lets me slip awayShe turns me onAll my violence is goneNothing is wrongI just...
Raven, Helsinki Harbor by Stephen Kuusisto The raven stood in a baby carriage and croaked to passersby. Her voice was a purple softness, really not much. Something about a dingy bird is a question—where shall we work and live—or how did it come to this, a thing called...
Barbara shot all these while she rode the Amtrak Pacific Surfliner Train from San Diego to Los Angeles, a week or so ago. And here, a classic poem about rain, There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale (War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the...
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