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Photo by Dan Chapman ©2001 Stanyan
Entertainment Group
A Thought for Today
Even if you love the lion stay out of his
cage.
Rod has taken the day off to
write. Below is something for Saturday; the poem “Whitebait” from “The Sea
Around Me.”
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RAMADAN
BEGINS
Mischa Auer o
Troy Beckwith o
Bret Blewitt o
Brandon Call o
Kate Ceberano o
Peter Cook o
Danny DeVito o
Daisy Fuentes o
Isaac Hanson o
Rock Hudson o
Lauren Hutton o
Hershey Kaye o
Jack Lescoulie o
Gordon Lightfoot o
Sir Charles MacKerras o
Dean Paul Martin o
Bob Mathias o
Lorne Michaels o
Myra Montezuma o
Isamu Noguchi o
Bebe Rebozo o
RuPaul o
Martin Scorsese o
Tom Seaver o
Lee Strasberg o
Laura Wilkinson |
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The
more profound the thought, the easier its transmission.
Stress by any handle, tension or tomorrow,
is the enemy of reason.
Gentleness is the proof of human dignity.
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WHITEBAIT |
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The birds went
looking
all the afternoon
for what whitebait
the fishermen had left
behind.
I glanced up too
half expecting some brown body
to come slowly down the sand.
What better way to waste my time
than in dreams of glory?
Many did
and many do
come down the beach.
Running, strutting,
sauntering,
diving in the water
sliding in the sand.
Surely one will stop
and look.
Take your time
brown-bodied strangers
I've more hours
than there are stones
along the coastline.
Impatience has been
till now
an overriding trouble
in my life
but I'll not be
impatient any more.
The sun calmed me,
charmed me into waiting.
I pace myself
the way the sea birds do.
Patrick's coming
in the morning
bringing brine
and whitebait
so that we can
go out fishing too.
I do not expect
the boys of boredom
to come barging, bolting
down the sand.
I would rather they moved
slowly
so that I can search them out.
I'd not wish to see
the girls of summer
parading past me
in a pageant.
Let them file by single file
giving this one man
the chance to twice them over
not look one time, then away.
Surely
as this summer starts
there is mermaid, merman
somewhere
who will walk or wander by
causing me to have a cause,
a purpose for the year
upcoming.
If not I have
the mother ocean still
but making love to relatives
is not as full
and all fulfilling
as being filled by strangers
or filling up
a proper strangers arms.
- from "The Sea Around Me," 1977 |
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