Friday, April 25, 2014

let effacement be (sandhill cranes)

Let effacement be my way of shining,
let poverty overload our table with fruit,
let death, nearby or vague according to its desire,
be the nourishment of inexhaustible light.

--Philippe Jaccottet

(this is for erin, of course)


  1. the grace of your photograph ... hurts.

    jaccottet's words cause me to want to lift my heavy body and move toward this kind of grace, each of my cells trembling as though in flight toward this kind of possibility, this way of being.

    anything else i say might take away from.

    how does the world offer such bounty in bird, in word, in love?


  2. this hurts in a way, deep down in my chest...