tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174029345674517572.post971858058215939935..comments2015-05-19T09:21:08.373-04:00Comments on Arsenic and Old Face: The Patience of Ordinary ThingsBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10398916174032848087noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174029345674517572.post-87535017007540299612008-11-21T01:13:00.000-05:002008-11-21T01:13:00.000-05:00I really like this, Brian; thanks for posting it. ...I really like this, Brian; thanks for posting it. <BR/><BR/>In return, I will share my new favorite poem, which I posted on facebook a few weeks ago, but who notices anything on facebook anyway? <BR/><BR/>"A Light Breather"<BR/>by Theodore Roethke, 1953<BR/><BR/>The spirit moves,<BR/>Yet stays:<BR/>Stirs as a blossom stirs,<BR/>Still wet from its bud-sheath,<BR/>Slowly unfolding,<BR/>Turning in the light with its tendrils;<BR/>Plays as a minnow plays,<BR/>Tethered to a limp weed, swinging,<BR/>Tail around, nosing in and out of the current,<BR/>Its shadows loose, a watery finger;<BR/>Moves, like the snail,<BR/>Still inward,<BR/>Taking and embracing its surroundings,<BR/>Never wishing itself away,<BR/>Unafraid of what it is,<BR/>A music in a hood,<BR/>A small thing,<BR/>Singing.Matthew Piperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10342845330326884656noreply@blogger.com