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Song of the Universal

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Health, peace, salvation universal. Is it a dream?Nay but the lack of it the dream,And failing it life’s lore and wealth a dream,And all the world a dream. Come said the MuseSing me a song no poet yet has chanted,Sing me the universal. In this broad earth of ours,Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,Enclosed … Read more

Dover Beach

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One word frees us from all the weight and pain in life. That word is love. — Sophocles Sophocles led me to think of the famous poem by Matthew Arnold, which I first encountered in freshman English class. Dover BeachThe sea is calm to-night.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits; on the … Read more

The Circle

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Emily McIlroyRiver of Their Passing detailink and collage on paper | 70 x 600 in. | 2024 The poem The Circle by Sarah Wood was the inspiration for the work River of Their Passing and the exhibit “All Is a Circle Within Me” by artist Emily McIlroy. The exhibit, at the San Juan Islands Museum … Read more

Each in His Own Tongue

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I am thinking, or trying to think, about all theImponderables for which we haveno answers, yet endless interest all theRange of our lives…Mystery, after all, is God’s other name… Mary Oliverfrom “Trying to Be Thoughtful in the First Brights of Dawn” Both my parents appreciated poetry and had copies of 101 Famous Poems. This is … Read more

Renascence

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My mother’s favorite poet was Edna St. Vincent Millay, and she loved the poem “Renascence”. Both my parents, in fact, loved literature. They would have majored in English, but they majored in History instead, not wanting to lose any of the joy they had in reading by having to do it as a requirement. I … Read more

Island

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No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of they friends`s or of thine own were. … Read more

Perfect Days

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And what is so rare as a day in June?     Then, if ever, come perfect days;Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,     And over it softly her warm ear lays:Whether we look, or whether we listen,We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;Every clod feels a stir of might,     An instinct within it that reaches … Read more