tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24518055.post2843040658942555024..comments2024-03-28T02:13:35.662-07:00Comments on MOON RIVER: A Shrug of the ShouldersMoon Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06774502068936899385noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24518055.post-69938825871797116992006-10-05T22:11:00.000-07:002006-10-05T22:11:00.000-07:00Dearest Moon,
I am thinking of you tonight, so far...Dearest Moon,<br />I am thinking of you tonight, so far away in your own world. <br /><br />-Leaving moonlight behind to spill into your footsteps.<br />PrincessDiane Dehlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178263734982687383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24518055.post-18181189938736999352006-09-27T23:31:00.000-07:002006-09-27T23:31:00.000-07:00sroden - thanks for sharing!
it is truly beautiful...sroden - thanks for sharing!<br />it is truly beautiful<br /><br />princess - i so much love it that you are here :)<br /><br />and do let me read some of your new writtingsMoon Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06774502068936899385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24518055.post-66593974529924689322006-09-27T09:14:00.000-07:002006-09-27T09:14:00.000-07:00Moon,
In the world of Pessoa, innocence isn't pos...Moon,<br /><br />In the world of Pessoa, innocence isn't possible it's unavoidable. The poem above is quite marvelous. Fascinating conversation, dearest. I don't expect anything less in your space.<br /><br />I am working on some new writing projects and been occupied.<br /><br />Is this another day asked, poet? I was certain I hadn't awakened.<br /><br />Kisses,<br />Your Princess HDiane Dehlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178263734982687383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24518055.post-5226427481810566792006-09-26T17:56:00.000-07:002006-09-26T17:56:00.000-07:00the book of disquiet is his most well known work, ...the book of disquiet is his most well known work, which is absolutely wonderful; but my favorite of his texts is a poem from an earlier book called "the keeper of sheep". seemed good to share...<br /><br />my glance is like a sunflower<br />i usually take to the roads<br />looking to my right and my left<br />and now and then <br />looking behind me<br /><br />what i see each moment<br />is ...<br />something<br />that i'd never seen before<br />and i notice such things<br /><br />i know how to feel the same essential wonder<br />that an infant feels if, <br />on being born<br />he could note <br />he'd really been born<br /><br />i feel that i am being born each moment<br />into the eternal newness of the world<br /><br />i believe in the world as in a daisy because i see it.<br />but i don't think about it<br />because thinking is not really understanding<br /><br />the world was not made for us to to think about<br />(to think is to be eye-sick)<br />but for us to look at and be in tune with<br /><br />i have no philosophy: i have only senses<br /><br />if i speak of nature <br />it is not because i know what nature is<br />but because i love it<br /><br />and that's why i love it<br />for a lover never knows what he loves<br />why he loves, or what love is<br /><br />the only innocence is not to think,<br />and loving is eternal innocence.srodenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02863279056994309967noreply@blogger.com