it took me some moments searching the shadows to find the heron. i wonder what might have happened had you not entitled it heron. what might i have seen or not seen then?
are we all so lucky as to be apparitions of ourselves? and do we ever see this? do we see it of one another?
i close my eyes and see your spirit. in fact, i can hold it in my hands at times like a book. and then it flies onward.
erin: or, i wonder, might the title have made it harder to see the heron, since it urged you to look for a "heron"? and what might we see of anything, a human being, for example, if we were not given the label first, if we did not carry pocketfuls of labels to fling at the world?
Ruth: the feet in this moment of leaving the earth. herons are graceful enough when they are walking and searching the shallows like pastors with their hands clasped behind their backs, and certainly graceful in flight, but in this moment of in-between, of takeoff, they are ridiculously clumsy, silly kites of a few rags wired to old sticks that will never fly, and they drag themselves painfully into the air ... and work and level and circle and shed themselves to become birds ... i would say it is inspirational, except that it is beyond anything i could hope for :-))
it took me some moments searching the shadows to find the heron. i wonder what might have happened had you not entitled it heron. what might i have seen or not seen then?
ReplyDeleteare we all so lucky as to be apparitions of ourselves? and do we ever see this? do we see it of one another?
i close my eyes and see your spirit. in fact, i can hold it in my hands at times like a book. and then it flies onward.
xo
erin
erin: or, i wonder, might the title have made it harder to see the heron, since it urged you to look for a "heron"? and what might we see of anything, a human being, for example, if we were not given the label first, if we did not carry pocketfuls of labels to fling at the world?
Deletemy spirit is very lucky to rest in your hands:-)
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This is like a charcoal drawing. I love it. I think I could study it (and follow Erin's own study) for an hour.
ReplyDeleteThe feet. The feet! Aligned with the spirit of the heron, with its movement, barely used in flight, except for a tilt here and there.
A poem of an image. An excellent poem-image to come back to for more interpretations. :)
Ruth: the feet in this moment of leaving the earth. herons are graceful enough when they are walking and searching the shallows like pastors with their hands clasped behind their backs, and certainly graceful in flight, but in this moment of in-between, of takeoff, they are ridiculously clumsy, silly kites of a few rags wired to old sticks that will never fly, and they drag themselves painfully into the air ... and work and level and circle and shed themselves to become birds ... i would say it is inspirational, except that it is beyond anything i could hope for :-))
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