Lovely little Anne. Reminds me of a marvelous William Stafford poem:
You Reading This, Be Ready
Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world than the breathing respect that you carry wherever you go right now? Are you waiting for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this new glimpse that you found; carry into evening all that you want from this day. This interval you spent reading or hearing this, keep it for life--
What can anyone give you greater than now, starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?
Thank you anonymous. How's things at Ace High tonight? I love Stafford. A wench I wunce went with, welcomed me into the wondrous wealth of his work. Please return to the puddle. Share your poems with me. -- Cip
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
Lovely little Anne.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a marvelous William Stafford poem:
You Reading This, Be Ready
Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now?
Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life--
What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?
Thank you anonymous.
ReplyDeleteHow's things at Ace High tonight?
I love Stafford.
A wench I wunce went with, welcomed me into the wondrous wealth of his work.
Please return to the puddle. Share your poems with me.
-- Cip