Radical Love Poem

Love   Love means to learn to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many. And whoever sees that way heals his heart, Without knowing it, from various ills— A bird and a tree say to him: Friend. Then he wants to use himself and […]

Why People Don’t ‘Get’ Czeslaw Milosz

  ‘It took place at an evening poetry discussion at the Elliott Bay Book Company in Seattle. It was a meeting devoted to [Miłosz’s] Second Space, which had recently appeared in English. All, and I mean all, of the Americans there were convinced that Miłosz was most likely a postmodern spiritual seeker, probably much like […]

Come In


            As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music — hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bird By sleight of wing To better its perch for the night, Though it still could sing. The last […]

What They Said: Joan Baez

  “The Nobel Prize for Literature is yet another step towards immortality for Bob Dylan. The rebellious, reclusive, unpredictable artist/composer is exactly where the Nobel Prize for Literature needs to be. His gift with words is unsurpassable. Out of my repertoire spanning 60 years, no songs have been more moving and worthy in their depth, […]

Poem Or A Thought

  What does it mean to serve life, then? All those butterflies we pinned to the big board for various reasons. We stood and explained why it was better this way.  What does it take, to say yes, instead of no? What does it take to make somebody happy? To grant a wish, to offer […]

Outtake: The Book Of Promethea


              Promethea kept stringing irresistible dreams on her magic string. She made   me a necklace that was really soothing. That is why I would like Promethea’s book to “end” here, like that: everyone can try on the necklace; and you can add all the things you would really like […]