Louder than bombs

SOMETIMES by David Whyte Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest, breathing like the ones in the old stories, who could cross a shimmering bed of leaves without a sound, you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests, conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lea... See more

The End and the Beginning

By Wisława Szymborska

After every war

someone has to clean up.

Things won’t

straighten themselves up, after all.

Someone has to push the rubble

to the side of the road,

so the corpse-filled wagons

can pass.

Someone has to get mired

in scum and ashes,

sofa springs,

splintered glass,

and bloody rags.

Someone has to drag in a girder

to prop

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“And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made” — The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel

traveler there is no path https://www.aspeninstitute.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Machado_Traveler-There-Is-No-Path.pdf Traveler, There Is No Path by Antonio Machado Everything passes on and everything remains, But our lot is to pass on, To go on making paths, Paths across the sea. 5 I never sought glory, Nor to leave my song In... See more