Monday, June 22, 2009

the noise in the pool

"You ask of my companions.

Hills, sir, and the sundown, and
a dog large as myself, that my

father bought me. They are better
than beings because they know, but do not

tell; and the noise

in the pool at noon excels my piano."

-a letter from Emily Dickinson to Thomas Wentworth Higginson

Monday, June 15, 2009

garden song

Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
Till the rain comes tumbling down
Pulling weeds and picking stones
Man is made of dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
Tune my body and my brain
To the music from the land
Plant your rows straight and long
Temper them with prayer and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her love and care
Old crow watching hungrily
From his perch in yonder tree
In my garden It's as free
As that feathered thief up there
-David Mallet