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Eudora Welty

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

I came upon

I came upon
a rivulet
that came upon
a meadow brook
that came upon
a streamlet
that flowed
into a freshet.

That came upon
a hidden creek
that came upon
a lonesome stream
that came upon
a meandering dream
that bid farewell
to me.

I came upon
a beach in summer
that came upon
the pounding waves
that came upon
a deep current
that carried me
out to sea.

That came upon
a world round
that came upon
sacred ground
that came upon
a bay just so
that caused my
life to flow.

I came upon
a sunny day
that came upon
a lonely shore
that came upon
my feet bare
as I walked
the seaside there.

That came upon
a breeze that
blows upon
a life that knows
to come upon
each bottled memory
is to sail again
an unknown sea.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

If I live too long

By Serdio - Cantabria, Spain
If I live too long
don't take me
off the mountain
don't take me
from my home
if I live too long.

Remember me
to the tree I planted
below the barn
above the brook
where I once waded
remember me

To the grass
in springtime
that with hand scythe
I brought low
now you know
where the grass grows
And where to plant me.

Water my lips
and cover me in
good burlap
Don't worry my breath
will give out
as you lay my head
If I live too long.

(From Mountain Bound Poems)

Saturday, March 25, 2017

March Quotes

Don’t make stuff because you want to make money — it will never make you enough money. And don’t make stuff because you want to get famous — because you will never feel famous enough.

John Green


Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer now dead, and I were at a party given by a billionaire on Shelter Island. I said, “Joe, how does it make you feel to know that our host only yesterday may have made more money than your novel ‘Catch-22’ has earned in its entire history?”

And Joe said, “I’ve got something he can never have.”

And I said, “What on earth could that be, Joe?”

And Joe said, “The knowledge that I’ve got enough.”

Kurt Vonnegut


If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal — that is your success.

Henry David Thoreau


There is absolutely everything in great fiction but a clear answer.

On Writing Pg 78
Eudora Welty