new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
The Dismantling
We shall not cease from exploration,
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
--T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding
Before
Our most enlightening eviction,
We thought
We had every right
To squat here
Undutifully derelict,
Oblivious to light.
.
This gift, this blinding
Edifice of beauty
We took for granted, we lost sight,
Though our instructions were simple—
Before you lose it forever,
Take it down
In glorious black and white.
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
--T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding
Before
Our most enlightening eviction,
We thought
We had every right
To squat here
Undutifully derelict,
Oblivious to light.
.
This gift, this blinding
Edifice of beauty
We took for granted, we lost sight,
Though our instructions were simple—
Before you lose it forever,
Take it down
In glorious black and white.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Sudden Departure
The knell
That forever brings us back from far-
Fetched unseen reverie
Never keeps us here.
That forever brings us back from far-
Fetched unseen reverie
Never keeps us here.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Ten Not-So-Easy Pieces and An Epilogue
After two not-so-easy years of web designing trials and tribulations that I'm sure she would rather forget about, Elizabeth Boleman-Herring's comprehensive, completely revamped website for the intelligent traveler thinking of visiting Greece is up and running. Here's the link to my contribution that will virtually take you straight to The Land of Milk and Honey before you actually decide to visit it in person. See you soon!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Calm before the Storm
leaves moving on
table under the
Judas tree over
our heads still
waiting for what
it was that
brought us here
we hear what
must be the
last cicada calling
loud and clear.
table under the
Judas tree over
our heads still
waiting for what
it was that
brought us here
we hear what
must be the
last cicada calling
loud and clear.
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