Greetings and Happy Weekend,
It’s another weekend and another day of poetry and music.
MUSIC
Graham Nash, his voice a bit old for the wear, singing “Teach Your Children” and “Our House,” among others: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROCzHRzHYdM
John Fogerty, performing many of the CCR classics, amusingly talking only ten days into the pandemic lockdown:
POETRY
Today, poetry of loss…
Nothing Gold Can Stay
By Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
In Blackwater Woods
By Mary Oliver
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
Have a good weekend,
Glenn
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