Monday, April 30, 2007
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Sonnet  XVII
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz 
or arrow of  carnations that propagate fire: 
I love you as certain dark things are loved,  
secretly, between the shadow and the soul. 
I love you as the plant  that doesn't bloom and carries 
hidden within itself the light of those  flowers, 
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body 
lives the dense  fragrance that rises from the earth. 
I love you without knowing how, or  when, or from where, 
I love you simply, without problems or pride: 
I  love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving 
but  this, in which there is no I or you, 
so intimate that your hand upon my  chest is my hand, 
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that  close
~ Pablo Neruda ~
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
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Consolation
 
 
             All are not taken; there are left behind
             Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring
             And make the daylight still a happy thing,
             And tender voices, to make soft the wind:
             But if it were not so-if I could find
             No love in all this world for  comforting,
             Nor any path but hollowly did ring
             Where ‘dust to dust’ the love from life disjoin’d;
             And if, before those sepulchres unmoving
             I stood alone (as some forsaken lamb
            Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth)
            Crying “Where are ye, O my loved and loving?”
            I know a voice would sound, “Daughter, I AM.
            Can I suffice for Heaven and not for earth?”
Thursday, April 19, 2007
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To my  granddaughters who visited the 
Now you know the worst
we  humans have to know
about ourselves, and I am sorry,
for I know that  you will be afraid.
To those of our bodies given
without pity to be  burned, I know
there is no answer
but loving one another,
even our  enemies, and this is hard.
But remember:
when a man of war becomes a  man of peace,
he give a light, divine
though it is also human.
When  a man of peace is killed
by a man of war, he gives a light.
You do not  have to walk in darkness.
If you will have the courage for love,
you may  walk in light. It will be
the light of those who have suffered
for  peace. It will be
your light.
~ Wendell Berry  ~
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I have made a ceaseless effort not to ridicule, not to bewail, not to scorn human actions, but to understand.
         Baruch Spinoza, philosopher (1632-1677)
 
