Poetry is like a bird; it ignores all frontiers. -- Yevgeny Yevtushenko I am ignoring my guidelines today by not using a quotation from my collection. Yesterday I had tea and talked about Russian poetry with my son. I searched for this poet whom I read in college. My practice of listening is enjoying flight.
Winter solitude In a world of one color The sound of wind. --Basho This recalls winter on the farm as a child, hiking the pasture alone. I am grateful for the memory, and the listening it taught me. This week's hours of moving snow to create a way to the road were solitary but not … Continue reading A Year of Listening, Week 7