Thursday, November 15, 2007

table talk

Did anyone prophesize these people?- only Wallace, come in, Wallace:

"Granted, we die for good.
Life, then, is largely a thing
Of happens to like, not should.

And that, too, granted, why
Do I happen to like red bush,
Grey grass and green-gray sky?

What else remains? But red,
Gray, green, why those of all?
That is not what I said:

Not those of all. But those.
One likes what one happens to like.
One likes the way red grows.

It cannot matter at all.
Happens to like is one
Of the ways things happen to fall."

Rainy day, finally settling into the fall, the aloneness, rather like it.

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