| A Cottage by the Sea |
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 Earth’s crammed with heaven,
and every common bush afire with God; but only he who sees takes off his shoes, the rest sit around it and pluck blackberries. Elizabeth Barrett Browning  I would it were possible to state in so
few words my errand in the world: quite simply forestalling all inquiry, the oak offers his leaves largehandedly. And in winter his integral magnificent order decrees, says solemnly who he is in the great thrusting limbs that are all finally one: a return, a permanent river and sea. So the rose is its own credential, a certain unattainable effortless form: wearing its heart visibly, it gives us heart too: bud, fullness and fall. Daniel Berrigan (1921-2016) Offered in Poetry Chaikhana <[email protected]> |