In Tall Grass- Carl Sandburg

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In Tall Grass – Carl Sandburg

 

photo Rose Cook

Mary Oliver…To live in this world you must be able to do three things

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In Blackwater Woods    by Mary Oliver

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

 

 

 

 

photo Rose Cook

After All Soul’s Night on which we remembered our beloved dead

To One Dead by Maxwell Bodenheim

I walked upon a hill
And the wind, made solemnly drunk with your presence,
Reeled against me.
I stooped to question a flower,
And you floated between my fingers and the petals,
Tying them together.
I severed a leaf from its tree
And a water-drop in the green flagon
Cupped a hunted bit of your smile.
All things about me were steeped in your remembrance
And shivering as they tried to tell me of it.

 photo of Sharpham Natural Burial Meadow by Rose Cook

How To Get To The Other Side – Rose Cook

 

Go find someone who knows.

A woman, your mother,

your grandmother.

They will show you how to begin.

 

Cast on. This is not easy.

It involves loops. Relax.

Tension flows in, twists and knots.

Breathe.

 

Feel the warmth of the wool.

Allow the click of needles,

the rhythm of the stitches

to knit you calm.

 

It is not grief that shapes our days,

but peace. Console yourself

and as you knit,

death will not come close, but lies,

its belly to the fire to warm its fur.