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Something I am enjoying today
Oct 11, 2008 01:17PM in the Multiple Sclerosis Community
Better turn this thread back to talking about MS: After You Lost Sight in One Eye We compared: I can see the writing on the page but not the words. You see a foggy patch across the middle of every object. I see bright dots like sparklers behind my lids. You see in a circle around the edges of your life. Now it’s night and the shadows...
Something I am enjoying today
Oct 11, 2008 01:13PM in the Multiple Sclerosis Community
It is finding the poet in the poem as I begin to find me.
Something I am enjoying today
Oct 11, 2008 10:16AM in the Multiple Sclerosis Community
have to do two more: The Reckoning All profits disappear: the gain Of ease, the hoarded, secret sum; And now grim digits of old pain Return to litter up our home. We hunt the cause of ruin, add, Subtract, and put ourselves in pawn; For all our scratching on the pad, We cannot trace the error down. What we are seeking is a fare One way, a ...
Something I am enjoying today
Oct 11, 2008 10:11AM in the Multiple Sclerosis Community
I Knew a Woman I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: The shapes a bright container can contain! Of her choice virtues only gods should speak, Or English poets who grew up on Greek (I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.) How well her wishe...
Something I am enjoying today
Oct 11, 2008 10:10AM in the Multiple Sclerosis Community
The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,...
Something I am enjoying today
Oct 11, 2008 09:50AM in the Multiple Sclerosis Community
Thought I would share this being int a Roethke mood: The Far Field I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without luggage, out a long peninsula, The road lined with snow-laden second growth, A fine dry snow ticking the windshield, Alternate snow and sleet, no on-coming traffic, And no...