“The world is full of rooms
and no place to remain.”
Originally posted on live in the layers:
Hauntingly beautiful verse from Li-Young Lee (1957- ).
“Every Circle Wider”
Silver, the women sing of their bodies
and the men. Darker, the men sing
of their ancestors and the women.
Darkest is the children’s ambition
to sing every circle wider. Dying,
each sings at the edge of what he knows,
pregnant with the unknown, that chasm
sustained trembling (called singing) makes visible
Criminal, my recalling that country’s songs
and never intending to go back. No word
comes from there, but remembering
is steam and engine, my voice
filling and emptying as I sing:
The world is full of people
and no one at all.
The world is full of horns,
and none of them are to be found.
The world is full of rooms
and no place to remain.
The world is full of light,
but no one’s seen a thing.
The world is all dark, yet a…
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At this stage in life, I’m totally not sure, as it flips either ways. I work best when I put my mind into something which is regardless of the hour of the day
I did make one earlier, which you can read here. Guess it needs more additions. ;) And wondering when even the first one will be crossed out :(
“I wondered about the explorers who’d sailed their ships to the end of the world. How terrified they must have been when they risked falling over the edge; how amazed to discover, instead, places they had seen only in their dreams.”
― Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care
I can live on pizza everyday.