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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Wednesday is for Words (& sometimes pictures): dillard, shipman, plath
A certain minor light, the poetess says. I think maybe the gentleness of our God does not always wish to blind us with his glory, but shimmer incandescent for those who have eyes to
1. Annie Dillard
"…beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them.
The least we can do is try to be there."
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
2. Andrew Shipman
3. Sylvia Plath
Black Rook in Rainy Weather
On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.
I do not expect miracle
Or an accident.
To set the sight on fire
In my eye, nor seek
Any more in the desultory weather some design,
But let spotted leaves fall as they fall,
Without ceremony, or portent.
Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Out of the kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then --
Thus hallowing an interval
One might say love.
At any rate, I now walk
Wary (for it could happen
Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); sceptical,
Yet politic; ignorant
Of whatever angel may choose to flare
Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook
Ordering its black feathers can so shine
As to seize my senses, haul
My eyelids up, and grant
A brief respite from fear
Of total neutrality. With luck
Trekking stubborn through this season
Of fatigue, I shall
Patch together a content
Of sorts. Miracles occur,
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance miracles. The
The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.
creators and cultivators
earth's crammed with heaven
every common bush afire with God
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