September 2011
14 posts
“And yet, of all these things, we feel sadness the most. We are never buoyed upon an ocean of apathy. We are never crushed by complacency. We are never moved by the okayness of the world. Sadness and pain, to help us flee danger and hurt. To help us get away when we’re bleeding. You have a body and it screams “Something stirs like broken glass in my chest, leave this place, before I die.” An...
WHEN YOU'RE NOT HERE AND WHEN YOU ARE →
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When you’re not here and when you are
Carole Glasser Langille From: Not in the warm earth. Mansfield Press, 2003.
Waking early, alone, I crave the ripening hay in your field, the smell of weeds tangled in brine, and along the inland road, honeysuckle, sharp as juice sucked from raw crabs by the cove. Oh, the fine wet inside of your flowers in your field after rain....
