Monday, May 25, 2009



before you rode
intention was then
before it was an avenue
I have always intended, no matter what

When the light source is reflected in the prin...


We are allowed again the glare
Of the sand, the druid hills,
The grasses brushing the legs, though
For I passed o’er the self-same walk
To walk abroad is, not with eyes,
But thoughts, the fields to see and prize;

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to think what it looked like
at that moment,
I will have been walking away:
no matter what direction I intended,
Just to have felt it once would have been enough.
How can you still go about so calmly?

--A mashup of walking poems by Nikki Giovanni, Thomas Traherne, Brenda Hillman, Sir John Suckling, Joyce Sutphen, and Charles Reznikoff

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