Saturday, September 30, 2006

Retirement: Fall Quote

I have come to a still, but not a deep center,
A point outside the glittering current;
My eyes stare at the bottom of a river,
At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains,
My mind moves in more than one place,
In a country half-land, half-water.
I am renewed by death, thought of my death,
The dry scent of a dying garden in September,
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.
What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air.
- Theodore Roethke, The Far Field

Reminded me of death and life and Tybee and Tommy's funeral, and being with my cousin on the back river.

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