This arrived in my mailbox just in time form national poetry month. Looks like a treasure and it was oh so carefully wrapped in a page from a 1989’s Rand McNally Atlas and then a mailer of recycled cardboard. Well … Continue reading →
“We are learning firsthand what everyone who has ever set out on this path has learned: we are all a paradoxical bundle of rich potential that consists of both neurosis and wisdom. – Pema Chödrön ” Continue reading →
Via abebooks, a little non-light reading. You need The Complete Works to go with it, as the author goes through all the sonnets.
For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. Continue reading →
Then he proceeded with what provision he had on his own back, and approached the shore of Ireland. Continue reading →
To be matter of fact about the world is to blunder into fantasyand dull fantasy at thatas the real world is strange and wonderful.
