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Noon

by Emily Dickinson</em>

Noon — is the Hinge of Day —
Evening — the Tissue Door —
Morning — the East compelling the sill
Till all the World is ajar —

January 14, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

The Traveler


By Mary Oliver

Ricky, your ancesters are from Cuba, right?

Says Ricky, “Sa I’m told.”

But you ere born in Florids?

“I was a baby, how would I know?
But that’s what I’m told.”

And you’ve lived in Massachusetts and other states and also Mexico and now Florida again, and heaven knows what other places you may travel to. Are you an American, or what?

He shrugged his shoulders casually and smiled. “Je suis un chien du monde,” he said.

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December 17, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Of their peculiar light

by Emily Dickinson

Of their peculiar light
I keep one ray
To clarify the Sight
To seek them by —

December 15, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

A Thousand Mornings

by Mary Oliver

I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall-
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.

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December 1, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Carrying Our Words

by Ofelia Zepeda

We travel carrying our words.
We arrive at the ocean.
With our words we are able to speak
of the sounds of thunderous waves.
We speak of how majestic it is,
of the ocean power that gifts us songs.
We sing of our respect
and call it our relative.

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November 26, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Why I Wake Early

by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.

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November 24, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

We must teach our children

by John Cleal

“We must teach our children
To smell the Earth
To taste the rain
To touch the wind
To see things grow
To hear the sun rise and night fall
To care”

November 23, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

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