How does he know just what I need to read?
Poem: "Lost," by David Wagoner from Collected Poems 1956-1976 © Indiana University Press.
Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
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3 comments:
That's a great poem...
And you've been found from what i hear ...:)
Saw this and thought you'd enjoy it :
http://www.willwriteforchocolate.com/comic/2.html
Heh. Excellent! I've bookmarked that site - send along any other writing-type sites that you like, I'm always looking for MORE to read about writing (to avoid actually writing, of course!).
And thanks. Yes. 2006 is going to be quite the year of changes for us, isn't it?
Oh, that was a lovely discovery today. Thank you!
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