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For February the Month of Love

Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love,

Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky's questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.

--Pablo Neruda
Fri, February 1, 2013 - 11:07 PM — permalink - 3 comments - add a comment

For January

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!

That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.

Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –

imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

--Mary Oliver
Mon, December 31, 2012 - 5:35 PM — permalink - 2 comments - add a comment


The Merriest of Christmases to those of you stalwarts still here on our beloved Tribe. Hoping it is peaceful, joyful and yes, even merry!
Tue, December 25, 2012 - 6:45 PM — permalink - 1 comments - add a comment

Who Owns It?

Does anyone know who owns Tribe now? Any idea what the stats are on actual usage?
Mon, December 3, 2012 - 10:14 PM — permalink - 1 comments - add a comment

For December

Our ancestors knew the best use of stormy, winter, poetry and making love!

Now Winter Nights Enlarge

Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours,
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze,
And cups o’erflow with wine;
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love,
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep’s leaden spells remove.

This time doth well dispense
With lovers’ long discourse;
Much speech hath some defence,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well;
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights.

Thomas Campion (1617)
Sat, December 1, 2012 - 6:08 PM — permalink - 2 comments - add a comment
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