THE WOOD THRUSH STILL SINGS
Through long, lonely days and longer, lonelier nights,
By candle light, through darkest hours till dawn’s first rays,
I will continue to craft my songs through thirst, hunger
And neglect – not a single farthing for my labor,
Only the cold indifference of this uncaring world,
For even when it’s hungry, the wood thrush still sings.
Good news for all you Dylan Thomas fans out there (myself included): it was recently announced that one of his notebooks was found. His mother-in-law had given it to the housekeeper to burn, but she decided to save it from the flames. For the CNN article go here.
An idle singer of an empty day,*
Free as the wind and drifting like a cloud,
Pockets empty, but heart so full, yet light,
Ambling carefree through leafy woods and glade,
Whistling along with the merry wood thrush,
Feasting on the violet’s fragile beauty,
Chasing the joy of each passing moment;
Into crystal words, distill their essence.
Against the shady poplar trunk, at ease,
While merchants go about peddling their wares,
As people toil for their daily bread.
What was, was.
What is, is.
What will be, will be.
I vow to fill this day with words.
I vow to fill this day with color.
I vow to fill this day with music.
I vow to fill this day with beauty.
I vow to fill this day with love.
(Photo: BBC News)
A fond farewell to poet laureate (Vermont), National Book Award and Pulitzer-prize winning poet, Galway Kinnell, who recently passed away. BBC News article here.
Another year has passed and it’s time for the annual Arts and Crafts Fair in the Park. Beautiful sunny weather, but didn’t seem to be as many people as last year (two vendors even packed up and never came back.) Maybe the grand opening of the new outlet mall the same weekend had something to do with it. Enjoyed being out all day and seeing and talking to the other vendors I had met last year. Peddled my poems, woodblock prints and notecards. No luck with the poems. The baby booties man was back and the booth (double wide) across from mine was selling handmade children’s clothes (and baby booties) – both seemed to be selling well. Now I know why the penguins in Madagascar wanted to sell baby clothing on the street corner.