Saturday, 10 January 2015

Listening to What the River Says

River Llugwy, Bettws y Coed

The river was in full voice today - a force to be reckoned with. I thought of this poem by William Stafford, and about the constant changing nature of things.

Ask Me

Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made.  Ask me whether
what I have done is my life.  Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait.  We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.

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