— Laura Lee, interview on Cabin Goddess
It’s sad that the air is the only thing we share.
No matter how close we get to each other,
there is always air between us.
It’s also nice that we share the air,
No matter how far apart we are
the air links us.
— Yoko Ono
— Stanley Kunitz, poet
Genesis
I shone a light.
Aren’t you satisfied?
The land and the sea
Are these not good?
Food grows on trees.
You are still hungry.
I made you a world.
You want to transcend it.
I gave you a body
You want to deny it.
I gave you a life.
You want life everlasting.
Is this not enough?
Aren’t you satisfied?
— Laura Lee, Where Souls Grow Warm
— Yevgeny Yevushenko, poet
— William Anderson, poet
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his dishonored grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life’s appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity’s long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
— Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol
— Archibald MacLeish, poet, playwright
you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is.
Where they come from never goes dry.
It is an always flowing spring."
— Rumi
The Three Oddest Words
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the world Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the world Nothing,
I make something no nonbeing can hold.
-Wislawa Zymborska from Monologue of a Dog