![]() cummings Edward Hirsch Ellen Bass Emily Dickinson Faith Shearin Galway Kinnell Garrison Keillor Glen Hansard Gratitude grief J.D. Join 4,933 other subscribers Care to read through the archives? Care to read through the archives? Categories Categories Random Authors and Topics Alice Walker Ali Shapiro Anaïs Nin Andrea Gibson Anne Sexton Annie Dillard Billy Collins Brian Dean Powers Caitlyn Siehl Cats Charles Bukowski Cheryl Strayed Clementine von Radics Compassion czeslaw milosz Dana Gioia David Foster Wallace David Levithan David Shumate David Whyte death Dennis O'Driscoll depression dogs Dorianne Laux e.e. *Editors note: Read all five parts of the poem, Burnt Norton here Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children, Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty. ![]() The surface glittered out of heart of light,Īnd they were behind us, reflected in the pool. So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,Īlong the empty alley, into the box circle,Īnd the pool was filled with water out of sunlight, There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting. Had the look of flowers that are looked at. ![]() The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,Īnd the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air, Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves, The deception of the thrush? Into our first world. Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, ![]() ![]() Point to one end, which is always present.ĭisturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves ![]()
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