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A Thought for Today
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Ivy geranium has spread across the front end of the yard, strangling the dandelion and the rose alike. Flowering now in pink and white and almost red, it hides its tentacles. Still, you know that inch by inch underground and just above it, it slowly moves to capture this whole block. I doubt the hedge will offer much resistance. The ivy is an idea that has found its time April into June. Three months should be enough to see it do its final battle. One last all-out offensive and every foot of ground will be geranium, made so in silence – no evidence of proper plan.
So much is done in silence. So much accomplished without word. I read silence like a bible, attend it like a reference work. Having tasted it with the well-loved, making love, and the would be lover after loving didn’t work.
Silence is the science of the times that stay. And yet we use whole paragraphs to say what nothing could have spoken better.
Entry I: Silence, from “Come to me in Silence,” 1973
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Women young or old need liberation from men’s conception of them.
Every voyage yields something, even if it only takes you down the block.
Let none that come to know you say, you didn't try.
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COME TO ME IN SILENCE |
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Come to me in silence
out of the noise of noon.
Be the eye inside of me.
Help me drink the river up
and swallow it,
or let me take great mouthfuls
out of you,
stampeding you to bed
and then beyond,
beyond.
I do not expect
that we will meet again
in the same way as before,
you freckled by the summer morning
smiling like a china cup over blue-white
gingham.
Me blue-jeaned and apple-cheeked
a frown away from being glad.
Accept the fact that we will grow
perhaps in different ways.
Come to me in solitude
pushing through the crowd
there are no others here
to pry or make demands.
If no one waits for you
but me,
I wait in that same solitude
that brings you here.
Come to me in silence
like the land-bound stone
pushed and shoved
and finally sailed
against the gray indifferent shore.
Prophecies I have
and I am not indifferent
only gray,
full of dark midwinter questions
some that no one could know or guess.
- from “Come To Me In Silence," 1973 |
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