the wednesday poem

"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

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"There is something magical about the summer solstice…an equal amount of daylight and darkness with long, gentle periods of transition....
Wednesday, June 16, 2010

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Squash Under the Bed There was always crooked-neck squash under our beds. The space under the bed met the criteria of a cool, dark, dry plac...
Wednesday, June 9, 2010

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Doing Laundry on Sunday So this is the Sabbath, the stillness in the garden, magnolia bells drying damp petticoats over the porch rail, wh...
Wednesday, June 2, 2010

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A cicada shell A cicada shell; it sang itself utterly away. Basho Translated by R.H. Blyth ************************************* The Place W...
Wednesday, May 26, 2010

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The Seventeenth Day of May Grow maples in me this grow-maple day; I lie in the long chair and wait your coming. Spin from branches heavy wit...
Wednesday, May 19, 2010

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May Alley-ooped with snowmelt and spring, you toss wet kindled wood aside. Sweet twigs steam in the cool north noon, as layered as the still...
Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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It is deep autumn: My neigbour- How does he live, I wonder? Basho Simply trust; Do not the petals flutter down, Just like th...
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