October 2009
8 posts
Another Song by Philip Levine
Words go on travelling from voice to voice while the phones are still and the wires hum in the cold. Now and then dark winter birds settle slowly on the crossbars, where huddled they caw out their loneliness. Except for them the March world is white and barely alive. The train to Providence moans somewhere near the end of town, and the churning of metal on metal from so many miles away is only a...
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Year of Our Lord - Sufjan Stevens & Michael...
no one is the savior they would like to be
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we went on living in the village of Chokan: Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. At fourteen I married My Lord you. I never laughed, being bashful. Lowering my head, I looked at the...
Love for the earth and love for You are having...
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