"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
"But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both."
"All the important things in this world - not life and death, perhaps, which are merely words, but the important things - work out rather beautifully."
— J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam Carpenters & Seymour: An Introduction
I am giving up beauty.
Not the silver thickets and the sandpipers
Not the grass beneath the lake,
not the way your hair eddies
when you rinse it in the bath–
but the lighted rooms when
tall and cool
I am effortlessly suspended in the
wordless hush of sight and gifted desire,
drifting quiet like a trout at the water’s edge,
pulled by a gentle current.
I will learn eyes that look outwards.
Since I no longer pull and sing like the current,
when a river butterfly
touches silent surfaces with delicate feet,
I will bend to meet it myself.
When an egret stands in the
marsh shallows with folded wings,
I will call it lovely.
This is beautiful, this is not, this
is an endless garden of reeds,
this is the forest after a rain.