Two for Tuesday: Moments in Time
From the Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor:
Strange, how they got their name—
a boy, barely a man,
looked into sunlit water
and saw himself so beautiful
he spent his life pursuing
that treacherous reflection.
There is no greater loneliness.
Here they are, risen
from the darkness of the pebbled pool
we have made for them in a dish—
risen and broken through
the long, green capsules
to show us their faces:
they are so delicate they invite
protection or violation,
and they are blind.
~ Lisel Mueller
Things are getting ready
out of sight.
Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.
But not yet.
One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.
A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
Apples sweeten in the dark.
~ Eavan Boland
- A Prayer for Rain, Lisel Mueller (objetsdevertu.wordpress.com)
- Why We Tell Stories by Lisel Mueller (monumentmythology.wordpress.com)
- Narcissus #photography (mydigitalcameraandme.wordpress.com)