We receive and we lose, and we must try to achieve gratitude; and with that gratitude to embrace with whole hearts whatever of life that remains after the losses.
Andre Dubus II, Broken Vessels. Epigraph from The Examined Life: How We Lose and Find Ourselves by Stephen Grosz (via epigraphic)
I warned you clearly
An omnivorous poet,
I eat everything.
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
The Sevres Vase, James Jebusa Shannon
I am alone here in my own mind.
There is no map
and there is no road.
so slow to know
what you know and don’t know.
Still thinking you hear low song
in the wind in the eaves,
story in your breathing,
grief in the heard dove at evening,
and plentitude in the unseen bird
tolling at morning. Still slow to tell
memory from imagination, heaven
from here and now,
hell from here and now,
death from childhood, and both of them
Li-Young Lee, from “A Hymn to Childhood,” Behind My Eyes (W. W. Norton and Company Inc., 2008)