The plums are ripe and summer is over. I am back at work. Chuck has made a studio for me, a room in the back yard near the garden, so I have a place to write. I would rather write about my life than live it. That is a terrible thing to admit.
Oh, today is Tuesday already. What happened to Sunday, poetry day on my blog? I am trying to be organized, to give you something you can count on. Here is one of my favorite lines in poetry. It is by Rilke.
from Rilke’s Ellegy #9
Are we, perhaps, here just for saying: House,
Bridge, Fountain, Gate, Jug, Fruit tree, Window, –
possibly: Pillar, Tower?… but for saying, remember,
oh, for such saying as never the things themselves
hoped so intensely to be