At the top of my hill, I came across this cable knit snow in the road, formed of tire tracks. Sometimes individual patterns coincidentally come together to form something more beautiful and whole. The obvious parallel: poetry. The gorgeous surprise of lines and words entwined to make a poem.In Around Us the Darkness is Deep, in the poem entitled "How These Words Happened," William Stafford writes this first stanza:
In winter, in the dark hours, when others
were asleep, I found these words and put them
together by their appetites and respect for
each other. In stillness, they jostled. They traded
meanings while pretending to have only one.
__________
"In stillness, they jostled." I like that. Knit together, the lines grow richer and wider, the poem invites us into its deeper pattern.
8 comments:
Gorgeous photo. Gorgeous quote to ponder.
I really love the way you see the world. :)
Why thank you, Spot. Here are some more of Stafford's lines for you to ponder, from his poem "Sayings from the Northern Ice":
"Sled runners before they meet have long talk / apart."
And later:
"At the mouth of the long sack we fall in forever / storms brighten the spikes of the stars."
Thanks so much, Vesper! I admire your perspective too. Read the extra lines above...
I congratulate you on your books!
May this new year bring you happiness and joy!
Cheers!
Many thanks, Javier. Happy 2009 to you, too!
Thanks for the extra lines, Christine. I will have to seek out some more of his work. I'm about to sign off as Annie having started this conversation as Spot - It's still me though!
Do read some more of his poetry. So glad to have you here, regardless of name, Annie/Spot!
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