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July Night [Jul. 29th, 2012|11:47 pm]
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The crickets have to compete with my tinnitus, and the tinnitus seems louder when accompanied by the whirring of the computer. Outside it is cool now, and I can hear the crickets more clearly. In the house it is still July, but outside the night remembers spring and anticipates autumn. The still air is scented both by things growing and things in decay. The oak leaves brought down early by the heat and stuck under bushes where the irrigation water helps their disintegration have an earthy and musty smell, but a late-blooming gardenia adds a sweetness to the air. The starlit night sprawls across time while the crickets pulse. I can't remain indoors where the hour drags and my ears ring so loudly. Out to the open air to let this stagnation vanish skyward.




Sunday Verse



by Lucille Clifton

the mississippi river empties into the gulf

and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them carrying anything,
all of them carrying yesterday
forever on their white tipped backs,
all of them dragging forward tomorrow.
it is the great circulation
of the earth's body, like the blood
of the gods, this river in which the past
is always flowing. every water
is the same water coming round.
everyday someone is standing on the edge
of this river, staring into time,
whispering, mistakenly:
only here. only now.

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[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2012-07-30 04:45 pm (UTC)
Oh, tinnitus, don't get me started. It's so sad that there's never any real silence now.

Love the Clifton! She's wonderful.

Edited at 2012-07-30 04:46 pm (UTC)
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