The Autumn Sonnets
If I can let you go as trees let go
Their leaves, so casually, one by one,
If I can come to know what they do know,
That fall is the release, the consummation,
Then fear of time and the uncertain fruit
Would not distemper the great lucid skies
You must allow the words to sink in, to show you something, to transform you. My favorite poem of all time is about the experience of being transformed through the reading of poetry. I want to share it with all of you.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to...
and move with foot and wings!
It would not suffer the axe blows and not the pain of saws!
For would the sun not wander away in every night
How could at every morning the world be lighted up?
And if the ocean’s water would not rise to the sky,
How would the plants be...
To each his suff'rings, all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly...
When you can boil a whole experience into a few words that, carefully chosen, can be read by many people and evoke in them an experience that is not exactly the same but the same on some level.
Our lives are filled with conversations - with others and with ourselves. These...