~Joan Didion
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Goodbye to All That
Some years passed, but I still did not lose that sense of wonder about New York. I began to cherish the loneliness of it, the sense that at any given time no one need know where I was or what I was doing.
--
The drop that left its homeland,
the sea, and then returned?
It found an oyster waiting
and grew into a pearl.
~Rumi
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Beauty's Nest
It hurts
the heart to see
something so vast and deep
can also be made of dirt.
And if it can be
of the earth, the body
ponders, might
such a landscape
exist also within me?
~Robin Coste Lewis
Friday, January 29, 2016
On the Road to Sri Bhuvaneshwari
Out of habit, the students pull out their American sympathy,
but then the driver says all the women sitting there
on the ground, dusty, with children in their laps, dangling
their ankles over the mountains, adorned--all--
wear enough gold, own enough
buffalo to buy your whole house--cash.
The night holds. Life is giving birth
in the middle of a warm dark road.
~Robin Coste Lewis
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