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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.
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I never sought glory,
Nor to leave my song
In... See more
The morning before he died in the final year of his seventies, he drafted a poem containing these lines:
You can’t tell when strange things with meaning... See more
will happen. I’m [still] here writing it down
just the way it was. “You don’t have to
prove anything,” my mother said. “Just be ready
for what God sends.” I listened and put my hand
out in the sun again.
Maria Popova • Yes: William Stafford’s Poetic Calibration of Perspective
A beautiful poem by Mary Oliver. The last line is 🔥
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the... See more
I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk.
But it’s spring,
and the thrush is in the woods,
somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing…
I am touching a few leaves.
I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies
move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field.
And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening... See more
Poetry knows the spaces of transition; it traverses and expands them. Poems live in uncertainty.
Mike Kauschke • The Poetic Art of Living in a Time Between Worlds - Emerge
Things take the time they take. Don't worry.
Mary Oliver