There are things to be said. No doubt.
And in one way or another
they will be said. But to whom tell
the silences? With whom share them
now? For a moment the sky is
empty and then there was a bird.
—from "There Are Things to be Said" by Cid Corman
There is no life that does not rise
melodic from scales of the marvelous.—
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