I promise to respect and protect your aloneness, knowing that everything created...– Anne Morrow Lindbergh, AGAINST WIND AND TIDE
Sharing Poetry: Mary TallMountain, "The Last Wolf" →
sharingpoetry: The last wolf hurried toward me through the ruined city and I heard his baying echos down the steep smashed warrens of Montgomery Street and past the ruby-crowned highrises left standing their lighted elevators useless Passing the flicking red and green of traffic signals baying his way eastward in the mystery of his wild loping gait
Nobody has the right to remove any single experience from another. Life and...– East of Eden, John Steinbeck (via mortreport)
Donald Hall, "The Poem"
sharingpoetry: It discovers by night what the day hid from it. Sometimes it turns itself into an animal. In summer it takes long walks by itself where meadows fold back from ditches. Once it stood still in a quiet row of machines. Who knows what it is thinking? (submitted by adrock-thurston)