March 2012
18 posts
February 2012
19 posts
From Charles Simic's "The Invisible"
Bird comforting the afflicted
With your song,
In the vast slumber
Of small town and countryside,
Who know nothing of each other
As they listen intently
To every little tweet
Afraid they’ll do something
To make it hush..
In the cool, silvery light,
The outline of the window visible,
Some trees in the yard
About to let of the night,
The others in no big hurry.
“I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am...”
– Oscar Wilde (via bengalipy-t
)
