so many beautiful things.
“Seekers and askers surround me…”
“I contradict myself? So, i contradict myself,”
“Grass like so many uttering tongues…”
this last poses such an incredible joining with St Theresa of Avila, the Interior Castle, when she calls us all foul-smelling earth worms!
the earthworms churn under the soil to help create the grass like tongues that proclaim Gods glory.
sorry, i never got an education in American Literature. I missed two beautful chances, a poetry seminar that i blew off Freshman year and the basic American Literature course junior year when i was failing out over the literary magazine which was stupid. Its all a terrible shame. Some day, if i live long enough, i ll find a way to write it all out.
Good Night
Un.Bon.Mot 