Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Origins

“Who can guess the luna’s sadness who lives so briefly? Who can guess the impatience of stone longing to be ground down, to be part again of something livelier? Who can imagine in what heaviness the rivers remember the original clarity?”

Mary Oliver, opening to “The Moth, The Mountains, The Rivers," from A ThousandMornings: Poems

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