Anodyne
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
 

The Past is Gone But Something Might Be Found to Take Its Place

I'm 37 today. Pulpfiction is 7 as of 11am. Both still here, still holding on.

Ask Me
By William Stafford

Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.
- posted by cjb @ 9:09 AM


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