Feeling the love….

For about a month, I’ve been halfway through writing an Ode to the Oxford English Dictionary (which I really could not adore more), but renovations and moving and revising Emily’s French Adventure (title to come….) has kept me from being able to focus on it.

So instead, it’s going to be poetry Friday. I’ve been in a Rumi kind of mood:

Reason has no way to say
its love. Only love opens
that secret.

If you want
to be more alive, love
is the truest health.

True words. Any poems struck a chord with you lately?

Have a great weekend!

xo
Tasha

2 Responses to “Feeling the love….”

1. Excellent poem this morning. I’m at home with a baby(!) and a 4 yr. old & there’s plenty o’ love but darn little reason….

   by Cynthia on November 6th, 2009 at 10:40 am
   
   

2. Today ten months ago, my father-in-law died. He was a good man, a strong man, a proud man; and dying of smoking-induced emphysema is not a quick or easy way to go. Thus:

   The wing trails like a banner in defeat,
   No more to use the sky forever but live with
   famine and pain a few days.
   He is strong and pain is worse to the strong
   incapacity is worse.
   No one but death the redeemer will humble that head,
   The intrepid readiness, the terrible eyes.

   –Robinson Jeffers, “Hurt Hawks”

   by Matt on November 13th, 2009 at 9:12 am
   
   

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