Wandering
a stream of consciousness poem
I went out to the hazelwood and something about fire
feels good to move the legs too much sitting yesterday oh wow
ankle still hurts what's it been a year no two no more damn hole
in the grass watch where you are going grassy here can't see
because a fire was in my head professor what's his name had us
memorize how many dozens anything to avoid an exam
Hirschauer Hirschberg something silver apples of the moon
lentil curry sounds good start soon what a nice breeze fall's coming
then it will be ready by lunchtime we'll see about dinner he was
always my favorite poet golden apples of the sun doesn't get
much better than that the sunlight is looking rather golden today
white clouds dimlight filter softglow this breeze feels good Hirschfeld
that's his name better head back soon news today another bombing
poor mothers don't know how they can bear it the horror of it all
may peace and peace and peace be everywhere impressive Yeats
translated the Upanishads funny I thought we were the first interested
in India haven't done yoga for a while can't be another school shooting
what's going on in this crazy world peace and peace and peace love
that repetition peace peace peace nice like a mantra my heartbeat
keeps the rhythm boy we could use peace now
the world hangs by a thread
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short italicized passages quoted from
The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats
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The Ten Principal Upanishads, a translation of the Upanishads by Irish poet W. B. Yeats and the Indian-born teacher Shri Purohit Swami. It was published in 1938 and is one of W. B. Yeats's final works.
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PK Colleran
"There are people who write, but I think they’re quite different from people who must write."
Harper Lee
Writer, translator, seeker
Editor of Landscape of the Soul by Hipólito Sánchez and Words Matter by Jorge Waxemberg
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Comments (4)
so nice
What a great piece phenomenal entry
I like that this is actually a stream, as opposed to others, including mine. Chaotic bits of thought, segues, backtracking. That's how my mind works when I let it off the leash.
loved the way this flowed and thank you for the references