I roam the whole universe from here. - Han-shan
I could wake up in the morning
without a warning
and my world could change:
blink you eyes.
All depends, all depends on the skin,
all depends on the skin you're living in
– from “Blink Your Eyes”
Posted by sam of the ten thousand things @ 2:00 PM
We make a harvest of loneliness and desiring in the blank wasteland of the cosmos. - Jack Gilbert
7 comments:
This hits so strongly.
I LOVE that poem. That line, "It all depends..." is so haunting. He was a force.
What I love about your "ten thousand things."
You mourn poets I haven't even heard of.
so sad, indeed.
Thanks to all for the visit. Sundiata's work is strong and real. He will be missed.
He touched so many people. It's a great loss.
I agree, Suzanne.
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