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Offline JB88

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ask me
« on: January 19, 2005, 09:09:47 PM »
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.

- william stafford.
« Last Edit: January 19, 2005, 09:16:37 PM by JB88 »
this thread is doomed.
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Offline JoOwEn

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« Reply #1 on: January 19, 2005, 10:01:51 PM »
hey thats pretty good, who wrote that?

Offline patrone

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« Reply #2 on: January 19, 2005, 10:04:24 PM »
WB, JB88 :)

Offline genozaur

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Re: ask me
« Reply #3 on: January 19, 2005, 10:11:51 PM »
Quote
Originally posted by JB88
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.

- william stafford.


The frost
              The twilight
                                Slow music of snow
Beneath the depth
                             of bleached-blue sky
The puffs of whiteness
                                  The frozen smoke
Over
        my wooden cabin
                                    all aglow
Amid the forest

The fireplace is softly telling lies
Do gently open the door to your hope
You've learnt the magic
Don't think twice

Taste the champaign of fresh cool air
The frost, the twilight, not the despair
I wish you enjoy the delights of the show
Slow music of snow
                               Slow music of snow ....

© GNBS, 2005

Offline midnight Target

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« Reply #4 on: January 19, 2005, 11:08:06 PM »
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Bob Dylan

Offline AKS\/\/ulfe

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« Reply #5 on: January 20, 2005, 12:52:45 AM »
Wow, William Shatner is deep!
-SW