Today's outdoor Idaho beauty, under a bright, clear sky!
House on a Red Cliff
There is no mirror in Mirissa
the sea is in the leaves
the waves are in the plants
old languages in the arms
of the casuarina pine
parampara
parampara, from
generation to generation
The flamboyant a grandfather planted
having lived through fire
lifts itself over the roof
unframed
the house an open net
where the night concentrates
on a breath
on a step
a thing or gesture
we cannot be attached to
The long, the short, the difficult minutes
of night
where even in darkness
there is no horizon without a tree
just a boat's light in the leaves
Last footstep before formlessness
Michael Ondaatje
on a step
a thing or gesture
we cannot be attached to
The long, the short, the difficult minutes
of night
where even in darkness
there is no horizon without a tree
just a boat's light in the leaves
Last footstep before formlessness
Michael Ondaatje
parampara:
the Hindu method of transmitting knowledge through a guru's answering a disciple's questions.
Handwriting; poems, Michael Ondaatje,
Vintage; Random House, 2000, pages 67-68.
Every so often I return to the poems of Ondaatje, whose Running in the Family
remains one of my all-time favorite memoirs. The different materials of the lives
of each poet often act, as here, to enrich the poems. Where did you come from??
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